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The Fog
He said he loved the fog He couldn’t stop raving about it on our jog I asked him what he likes about it He said, “It makes everything beautiful” I didn’t doubt it It was like we were running through fresh snow The world was a little quieter, every object surrounded by a glow Orange…
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The Refrigerator’s Glow
How lovely to see your face on that Shutterstock card And not just of you, but of your husband and your four kids too This is hard, a misshapen pill of sorts You remember me from high school, always on the basketball courts Hair a mess and in my shorts Twenty years caught us both…
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Effervescent
Do you feel like the world is too heavy? Do you feel like you prep and prep but you’re never ready? That time escapes Like a car full of birthday balloons But some kid opens the door and they get released too soon Do you feel like you’re going to pop Is your face red…
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Santa Run
I ran tonight in a sea of Santa Clauses Along the ocean and beneath a full moon Against the wind, I pondered all our losses Isn’t that what life is? Losing? What is worth gaining? Steps, cars, paychecks? Shiny things to hang around our necks Houses that burn down What lasts? So in the red…
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Christmas Mystery
This could be an Agatha Christie novel Three men, two lungs, one liver, countless bottles Not enough drugs Just hospital discharge summaries and sad phone calls from families There’s no instrumental music that could put my heart at ease Pulseless is the theme, the tune What is a doctor or a lowly nurse to do?…
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Two Men
What was on his agenda that day as he walked out of the Hilton that morning Someone knew He set out in a blue, pressed, tailored suit Evil lurked and came behind What was in their minds? Were both thinking about bank accounts After a killing, the internet shouts They were two men with two…
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Tightrope Dreams
I revisit high school in my dreams My subconscious provides a kind of behind-the-scenes 20-years -ago when basketball and cross country, grades were everything In basketball practice in the afternoon, sunlight used to filter in How the hardwood floors and backboards would glisten At 14 I had every hope My parents and my friends’ parents,…
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My Hammock
I’m swayin’ Watchin’ the waves wavin’ They rise and fall as I move back and forth I’m not sure if I’m headed south or north For though I sway The world and its worries are at bay I’m at ease I’m suspended over the sea With a book in my lap and in my hand…
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