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Normal enough
to sit at the community pool
and wash sand from your eyes.
The sun is a companion
who takes your life,
merciful and clear.
Grass caught in spokes,
forever baking
sweet dead scents.
You throw a plastic bag
into the strangled air.
Waving silence,
the buzz of power lines
holds your life away.
Kicking up the dust
on a construction road,
sighting old,

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[kangaroocatus]

I think we should start making short-short films with your poems. Whadaya say? :D

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I would really enjoy that!
gringringrin

[kangaroocatus]

One I get some kind of personal recording device - hopefully a cheapy moving film camera, this could so happen, with ease. :D

And add a personal automobile that runs on vegetable oil, too.

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Heh, if this is shot on location...
the nearest bus stop is a ten minute drive away.

I'd like to show you the place(s).
Maybe you can visit my house sometime soon?