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 May 2017 martin
Sally A Bayan
(10 w x 6)


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We baby boomers,
brought into this world
millennials--
strong, persisting,

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we're~~~~ peaceful streams
....they're radical rivers...
their blood, restlessly stirs

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young, fiery courage
..........pulsates within...
.......racing, cresting
............upon surf's cusp

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...embracing new beliefs
......to the point of
.....defying old school

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.....where boomers turn deaf,
.........................millennials listen...
......cold waters, sometimes
.................... divide...

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......they ought to
.....sit down...talk
...........and compromise,
....................or else.....
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(In my home, at times, it's the other way around...
i become the millennial...my kids are the baby  boomers)

Sally

Copyright May 19, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayant
i wonder what the offsprings of millennials are called...
 May 2017 martin
欣快
We're in the sun and I'm moving from your mouth
to your jeans, we're watching the stars and we're moving
We're going down the green boulevard and we're cruising
you speak Romanian, I speak you, we're going to far
and moving to the beat as one and the wind blows the hair
in my face and I got news for you, I can see you just clearly
as I could before, carefully, barely hanging on and catching movies

I can't keep away from your kiss, back and forth want to feel
the rest of you and all of you can't wait to catch you all alone
we're in the sun and I'm moving from your mouth
to the hole in your heart, tell me how you feel and who you are
you speak barely, your rhythmic breaths tell me all I need to know
waste the day and spend all the time in your pockets, all alone
floating around your head and hanging midair in your palms like
a red balloon
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