Betty

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Doll-play 

Lasted all of three months

For me my friend

Declared abandoned 

Once the pattern repeated

Once two many times 

For me to ignore

How they toss her aside 

From their box

And steal her pretty shoes

9B

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Prairie scorched black 
Become dust picked up by firestorm wind 
Take flight as An Unkindness of Ravens
Move with dying star strength
Be hidden, be silenced
You’ve not survived ever after 
After all 

Backward to Here

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Or are there cobwebs inside 
Is the dream still alive 
To let me see inside
To beg the moon 
To the window pane 
To plaster my aching face 
To run then walk up 
From here to there
To speed thru urban then country veins
I am consumed with the want
Now cracked by Creeping Charlie 
Atop a concrete vast 
Always remained empty
A shiny brick and glass box
An oasis to soothe the desert 
The middle of rural elsewhere 
When I’d hope for 
I witnessed years ago
The barn-raining of sorts
Racing back to my mind’s insomniac eye
It is the middle of midnite
Here in the diamond city

Clutch

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The conversation amongst Creation
Ripples through the wood
Chip-chirp, hoot-whoo, back and forth
Speak they, then stop
Perched strong atop 
The corner of their branches
To consider whether serving 
As her a.m. alarm 
Is worthy
Of their majesty 

Unbecoming

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Ponytail Summers

Before your very eyes

Quickly became the whirlwind of Fall’s shame

Whence soon it was apparent 

You’d walked into Winter’s doors where no one cared

In the busyness 

Of preparing for a most dry Spring indeed 

Remembered

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He
With a clarinet voice in June 
On a lone sun day sang his joy us tune
What a gift was he

Me
On a journey that won’t end soon
Thru windows without strings calling the moon
He’ll remember me