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Dear yesterday:you are my second-hand seashell, / lest I not forget.

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Wise AppalachiaMaybe it's just because the color of these hillsides / is a shade or two darker than the sky, / but I am unwittingly content with these fiddle strings,

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To every Augustusthough said to be golden like that of Eris, / the mores which you so savor are hollow with worms. / your stony statutes, finally crumbling, now

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Reach for the statsBecause you are wonder-bread-woman-- / bearer of two and a half children, / five feet and four point six inches

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Damm inflationI remember when you were a dime a dozen--available economy sized. / I remember when I could not touch the ceiling of my debts to you. / I remember when we were not of waning worth.

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PolishedIf the world was a metaphor, / we would manicure our animosity. / you’d file it down,

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A lighthouse and a songI am seeking an unspeakable beacon-- / that which defies not solely the misty discontents of mine own / but the time-wrought err of man:

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Maritime morningsat dawn, the shoreline: / waxed and waned and always there, / crawling towards the moon

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Apology to a HousemaidI was vacant: / dust wafted off the window-sill, swirling in the afternoon sun / when you came, rapping green fists on my empty door

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Will somebody find the life-jackets?Blueprints for bridges, spread out before me / (these are the things that the past has taught us to draw) / Fingers poised over pen

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