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Month: November 2019

FESTIVAL OF THE SUN

We wear sun block and hats,
peer through the blue eyes
of the high, umbrella sky
and weave our way through
the people in the street,
draw aside and rest from the heat.

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MINDFUL

Come now to the edge of the sea
And lay down the noise that deafens thee
Lift up your hands and open your eyes
Dance on the water, rest in the sky

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WORKING LATE

Cigarette and whiskey
In the late hours
Fighting sleep-heavy eyes
Smoke and fire
Push a little further.

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BY THE SKIN OF MY TEETH

I’m hanging onto the crescent moon
Who is hanging onto the sky
And if to this earth it should fall
Then sadly I fear, so would I

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