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trees hide the sun--as dusk ends the twilightnight takes me over
money plantnot thriving in its new pot--stock market slump?
new green grass --looks like hopefeels like work
bourbonbourbon bourbon bourbon --weightless again
inside my headi struggle, i struggle --yet there i find comfort
physicallymentallytrapped in the bedsheets
city sidewalks--people blocking the spring skywith umbrellas
in another lifeshe was a photographerof some renown...
evergreensalways have a head starton Spring
my gardenbelow the groundpreparing to greet me
ten young boyssitting around a campfire--one is terrified
Once the music stopped,he dragged himself from his chairand started to dance.
surf crashessand coats bare feetseagull eats shored clam
well-spent hourscultivating, anticipatingcrabapple blossoms