YES
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REMEMBER-NEW ROUTINE
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I was told I look like her, again, but tonight as I bartended!
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// May 25th 2012//
Late Summer
Before the moths have even appeared
to orbit around them, the streetlamps come on,
a long row of them glowing uselessly
along the ring of garden that circles the city center,
where your steps count down the dulling of daylight.
At your feet, a bee crawls in small circles like a toy unwinding.
Summer specializes in time, slows it down almost to dream.
And the noisy day goes so quiet you can hear
the bedraggled man who visits each trash receptacle
mutter in disbelief: Everything in the world is being thrown away!
Summer lingers, but it’s about ending. It’s about how things
redden and ripen and burst and come down. It’s when
city workers cut down trees, demolishing
one limb at a time, spilling the crumbs
of twigs and leaves all over the tablecloth of street.
Sunglasses! the man softly exclaims
while beside him blooms a large gray rose of pigeons
huddled around a dropped piece of bread.
learn this.
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Got my hoop, finally. :)
This reminds me of my childhood!!!
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AUM!!! This is good! YES!
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Fill me with light.
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Just A Gypsy Mermaid
wearing red boots & writing poetry
trying to get by
