Her mask won’t fit
but
he kisses her still

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The bus man chants:
Love…
and things within love

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tanka:
That shield,
so old,
any knight laid
beneath it…
moss

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Up until 7…
sharecropper wouldn’t
kick me out of bed

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One hand
to an unshaven cheek…
rain prattles

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I fear death
from beneath my whiskers…
cold half moon

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Green umbrella
spins
through the storm

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Twin shadows–
mounds…
against the hay bales

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Winter dusk…
half moon
in a mud puddle

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Mercury drains
through her fingers…
poisoned soil

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The life span
of a barnacle?
(I’m still stuck here)

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Baseball,
slime from asphalt moss…
(game goes on)

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Scratch, an itch,
to find…
longing

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This month, too long…
soft chime,
wash cycle

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Summer came
for a day…pigeons
peck at peanuts

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One life,
come down to
cabbages and shoes

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That fish…
what can it know
of the fireworks

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