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Silent days, delicate rains, clip clopping like marching horse, on thin, steel roofs, and nylon umbrellas. Drenched, sweating foreheads in summer climates, consistent, cool winds like drooling ice, drying sopping skin, a rough cloth to an oily pan. Starved road trip bellies, after intermittent rests and games of eye-spy, salivating at laminated menus, and passerby plates, pre-meal hot fries, fulling deep guts with salty chips and fizzing raspberry. Waking hours before blaring alarms, knocking parents, a whistling kettle, and the popping toaster; an hour to lay restless head into the deep world of snug pillows and warm blankets; as if your whole universe is one big cushion. Finishing a chapter and curling rough page with soft finger, placing floral bookmark into the straight crease, placing it back into its spot on the shelf or bedside table. Dawn coffee. Friday afternoon. Saturday morning. Kind encounters. Meeting deadlines. A finished poem.
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Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 8:20 PM UTC
Something Happier
Silent days, delicate rains, clip clopping like marching horse, on thin, steel roofs, and nylon umbrellas. Drenched, sweating foreheads in summer climates, consistent, cool winds like drooling ice, drying sopping skin, a rough cloth to an oily pan. Starved road trip bellies, after intermittent rests and games of eye-spy, salivating at laminated menus, and passerby plates, pre-meal hot fries, fulling deep guts with salty chips and fizzing raspberry. Waking hours before blaring alarms, knocking parents, a whistling kettle, and the popping toaster; an hour to lay restless head into the deep world of snug pillows and warm blankets; as if your whole universe is one big cushion. Finishing a chapter and curling rough page with soft finger, placing floral bookmark into the straight crease, placing it back into its spot on the shelf or bedside table. Dawn coffee. Friday afternoon. Saturday morning. Kind encounters. Meeting deadlines. A finished poem.
It's much easier to be a debby downer, so here's something happier.
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Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 8:20 PM UTC
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