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Humiliation and HumilityHumility and Humiliation / Are first cousins of a sort. / When they roll off my tongue,
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On Scuba DivingCaressing my face, / Bubbles rush to greet me / Tickling like a sweet spring sigh.
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PotentialThe blank page, / A Rock on a hill; / The suspended landslide.
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Woebegone DreamMy father's old Cadillac, / "Betsy", was an old champagne color, / With fabric that hung from the roof
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Things of MineCow **** and frost, / Wood smoke and spice. / Cologne and starch,
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Hey BukowskiHey Bukowski, / You know the poem you wrote? / About wanting to be a writer?
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I watchYou create art / Using the sharp edge / Of a multi-hued blade.
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Jazz ClassMy students / Sit listening to jazz / As they write and work
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Learning From Those I DespiseI’ve always believed / That we learn more from authors / We hate rather than love.
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My FriendWhen my friend died that night, / In the room next to mine, / Did I hear his death rattle?
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