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maybe it's time

the cigarette smoke is dancing
on the breeze
and like always
there are reminders to pay attention.
dancing doesn't appear much
in the life of this serious
adult working an adult job
anymore
and it's been a while
since since dreams about flying
with the wind
(on the wind)
came through at night.
maybe it's time to get a dog.

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distractionsi am supposed to pretend ( Read more... )

the moon is smiling ( Read more... )

in the silence
it is words and not music
that comes. and so i know
i am a poet.

i am a poet
the way a clown is a juggler.
we don't have a word
for that. they don't sell.

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