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wet

the street shines this grey morning like a new shoe tires sizzle by like bacon frying in the next room leaves paste to windshields like parking tickets first my shoulders then my knees will have to dry

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walking after supper

On my way to chorus practice the first warm spring evening thinking about today’s poem wondering how to do after singing what I usually do before breakfast but just couldn’t do today A young woman overtakes and passes me walking … Continue reading

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