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14th Street at Dusk
This city / It’s much too big for me— / Or maybe too small.
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Nov 14, 2011
Daydream
Let’s move to a hippie commune. Let’s grow out our hair and spend our days sitting under the shade of sweeping, graceful trees. Let’s spend so much time outside that our hair goes blonde. Let’s write poetry in notebooks and not be afraid to read it out loud. Let’s make friends who care about things. People who want to help other people. I want to be a person among the noise but who does not always need to contribute to it. / Let’s listen. Listen to what our fellow people have to say—and then let’s support them. Can we just sit around a campfire and let that be the thing we do that night? / Now and then, let’s go out and be whatever the community needs. Not because we should nor because of some religious mandate, but because we can. I want to be part of a community that leans on each other. No hierarchies. Common good. Putting forth what one has, be it material or otherwise, for the sake of sharing. Let’s feed birds, squirrels and children.
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Nov 14, 2011
Interior Design
Sitting on bare boards / Splinters finding their way into my skin-- / In another new house
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Nov 14, 2011
Ages Past Retired
Feet barely lifting, yet pounding the trail / He runs like the park’s percussion, / A metronome moving toward me.
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Nov 14, 2011
Across from the Theatre
Fresh fish caught on Friday’s cast / Fills the plate with a flavour few have known, / The aroma of a French dinner party
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Nov 14, 2011
Siena
Air: soft, warm, old, kept and distilled, / grasps my skin in heat so comfortable / enveloping the chill from moments before,
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Nov 14, 2011
Gemini
In love. / Well, she is / Him not so much.
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Nov 14, 2011
Letting You Sleep
There's nothing like a lazy Friday / Nothing quite like it / Waking up without an alarm,
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Nov 14, 2011
August in Erie
Sun kept secret by a blanket of grey / Warm water, an aimless, welcomed gift from cool air / Toes squish into soft sand below
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Nov 14, 2011
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