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Norman Crane Sep 2021
summer lingers on
september on and on and
gone /   chill of october dawn:
pink frost, dew, warm bed, me, you
          —till the alarm clock turns on.
Norman Crane Sep 2021
birds coagulate;
thin, becoming avian mist:
                  dissipating wind
Norman Crane Aug 2021
the lure of success
glitters under the spotlight,
you step—
                    trap door:
                                       death.
Norman Crane Aug 2021
slow, wasteful minutes:
begone!—but why? they shape us
void time trims the self
Norman Crane Aug 2021
lightning swings its axe
into the sky as thunder
rolls the sun away
Norman Crane Aug 2021
the wind beats the stalks
bent, they do not break; they rise
grass lives; the wind dies
Norman Crane Aug 2021
sorry, say the strong
to the weak ones they despise
empathy is lies
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