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How We Change (apocryphal)
Let slip ever gracious smile Wearing guarded masked face Traded out for something more Fake laugh covers a spiteful distaste What hangs under that brightly painted coat? What meaning lies deep lined...
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St. Paul in the Fall
St. Paul in the fall, whilst leaves change and thin. Whilst festivities and fairs under tents, bearing food, creep in. Whilst trees bend with robust forceful wind. A time to reflect the mess...
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Mislabeled Morbid (For née LB)
We live in a land of the past, Books and pages are ways of old. We are pieces of historic quilts, Coming loose at the fold. Proper prints of precious paper, We have worshiped, day in and day out. Those...
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Naive
Fickle love’s passing fate, Seen a wretched cold world; Sweet birdsong of the wind, And a blouse lay unfurled.
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The Traffic Moves Without You
On a bridge In broad daylight, Somewhere in Minneapolis— Between something is the metaphor… Below light rail trains and buses pass, The sun is out, yet it is cold. Alas, we have mirages in Minnesota...
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Grey Sky Day
Overcast clouds open to A downfall of frozen crystals; Which sparkle broken on the ground, Under foot. A straight wind carries me off – strong, To far, to present, to past; Grey sky day Take me away....
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untitled 10/08
The sound of white fan blades, nimble cat’s feet, and heavy outside traffic woke with the beeping alarm. Monday life was on its way, just before breakfast, shower and shave. Pieces of inspiration fell...
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