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the swatted fly bursts
      like the Big Bang
I am God
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the flyswatter hovers  
      hesitating -  
should I play God today?
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chalk faded
         from the sidewalks
the kids are grown now
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the sun drops
through the hourglass
drip... drip... drip...
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hairy patches
below painted toes
am I less of a woman now?
footprints in the sand
       confirmation I exist
washed away
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damp summer night
used ******
in the parking lot
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