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deft dialogue sent me drowning

twirling through insipid infinite

melon mind bloated with

rancid rhetoric i can't seem to retire

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the immeasurable moments we spend

talking our lives into meaning

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antique afternoon sun stained your brow

thirteen immediate ways to say you're beautiful

pleasure in pontificating forever

on the mind, outer space, and their sameness

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the lifetime we'll spend

talking our lives into meaning

every day i sit on the edge of the mountain

waiting for the ground

to rise up beneath my feet


/ jump, girl

the laughter of the children

the blossoms on my zucchini plants

your morning coos and kisses

the sky heavy with imminent rain

our arm-in-arm kneeling

finding hope in all the light places

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