Satellite

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How many times you've walked this road
Looked up at that moon
Cursed moon
Thinking
Maybe
No

Felt your heart spill as a box of rocks
Toppled and strewn about
Left behind
Geologists'
Curiosity
Gone

Giving Flowers

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Just past the window pane
In the peripheral there
Was
The delivery man with the great gift
Was she giving, getting flowers again?
I wholly hoped the proud bouquet
Would head my way
But I knew
They were destined for elsewhere
Disheartened
The good news-bearer learned
What I've known
The girl next door's almost never home

Then Came

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Would that you'd feel the flood of thoughts I felt as I kicked the ball of life down the graveled way.
The deer who saw me first, then bounded 'cross my path so I'd look up.
Look up!
How long she studied me!
I told her it's okay (we both knew it was not) to trust my kind.
The damp stick I carried.
For comfort?
To ground me?
The why, near the end, with nirvana in sight, I turned back on purpose to do it all again.
Leaving the wishes, the worries…the noise.
From whence I came.

Fire

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A circuit broken
It must be
For I am funny
Please hear me

A heartstring missing
Within you
Why does my beauty
Fault your view

A shallow moment
You indulged
Became a chasm
That engulfed

A too-late goodbye
As you wish
But in my memory
Our first kiss

Particulate

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So?
So!
So tune them out
Tune me out
Tune us out
As the flame
With spit on your fingertips
You've snuffed out
It should seem
Easy would be the way for you
The path full with light you've captured
(The two-edged grail of a sword, I'd bet)
Look about you
Look at the unanswered dust you love
Tune us out