People are vivid
and small
and don’t live
very long—
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In the Morning, Before Anything Bad Happens by Molly Brodak
The sky is open all the way. Workers upright on the line like spokes. I know there is a river somewhere, lit, fragrant, golden mist, all t...
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To assume everything has meaning. To return at evening feeling you have earned a rest and put your feet up before a glowing t.v. set and fi...
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I would like to be a dot in a painting by Miro. Barely distinguishable from other dots, it's true, but quite uniquely placed. And fr...
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She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect ...
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