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Month: February 2020


The day slipped by
unaware that it
would have been his birthday
and had he been here,
we would have talked on the phone
had he not long since hung up
the receiver.

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On the West Coast,
on the tail end of a storm,
the ocean pounds the windows
of the motel room,
like thunder, it beats against
the walls and doors
and I pull the bed covers tight
to my sleeping dream.

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