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 Posted: Sat Nov 26th, 2016 08:00 pm
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timmy

 

Joined: Fri Jun 9th, 2006
Location: Oz, Minnesota USA
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Mana: 
Your words look like tiny branches,
stripped and strewn about
by straight line winds,
taken from a cigar box of ideas:
a plastic Kmart shoehorn, stub pencils,
one cuff link, your college ID,
a few pink crushed Dixie cups,
Mercury dimes.

You look out the window, a mourning dove
cuts across a pale sky, the mate
nowhere in sight.

It's time to begin that obituary; you are determined
to make anyone understand.