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Crossing the Street
Sometimes I like to think about how the end will happen Will I see it coming Will I be saddened Or will it be numbing Maybe it’ll hit me when I’m on the corner Waiting to cross the street Maybe I’ll be looking the other way As if I was oblivious to the whole thing
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Green
Pistachio Avocado Ninja turtles Leaves on the crepe myrtles Dinosaurs She said, “Green’s my favorite color, what’s yours?” She had her nails painted minty green Of all the colors it’s what she chose It reminded her of the lime green walls of her bedroom as a child Everybody else liked rose A darker shade like
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Airport Pup
We were in the airport I was feeling all kinds of out-of-sorts It was dark and there was a melee The man at the counter told me I couldn’t stay I don’t know for sure where we were going But the discomfort in my heart was growing I saw your blonde tail poking up through
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Try Things
If it weren’t for my husband, I would never try anything But because of him, there’s a whole other world I see Mostly: coffee A few years ago he talked me into jiu jitsu We got our blue belts Along the way we picked up some bruises and welts And he, a torn ACL Something
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The Pigeon
I am that pigeon sitting on the power line Swaying back and forth Watching the clouds, watching the time Feeling the breeze from the south and the north It takes a lot of focus to balance I’m not sure that these ropes were made for talons Am I on the highest voltage line What if
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The Window Movie
Looking out my living room window is better than watching a movie The sites and sounds, the action moves me Crepe myrtles line my lawn and the neighbors’ across the street And out the windows on the door, in the distance, I spot a very tall pine tree The scenes change Sometimes slow, sometimes fast
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The Dangerous Road
There’s a lot of danger on the road But I couldn’t help it, I wanted to know How it’d feel to bike around – with the purpose of getting somewhere on time Turns out the road is full of thorns, broken glass, and nails One day when it was time to bike home, my rear
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