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Aug 2020
Red and white
spinning stripes

again your internalizing
when you should be externalizing

to say or express something
specific

the comb swirling in the icy blue
will I ever love again

I still remember telling my Dad
the night before my wedding

that I never thought I would
I love that Suavecito poster on the wall

a skull with a pompadour
maybe I could find the t-shirt on line

it could even make a great tattoo
but then

what would it look like ten years
from now

faded  probably
or smudged like ink

from a ball point
pen

Whit Howland © 2020
Another meditation.
Whit Howland
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Whit Howland
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