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There is people.  Light

breaking through the breaks


in our forms.  Logic

in our furious flaws


and working class pay checks.



in the numbers, and laughter

in the going.  Greased with love,


that struggle

finds a way


like the zinnias

seem to come undone


reaching for the window

in the late summer’s light.




Posted 08/19/19
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