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Sweet Thing

The obsessions

don’t cease, they just hide themselves


in plain view, like a comma spice.

                              Maybe I never had it right –


there’s no eternity

or one night stands, just


the picture at the end of the hallway; and everything

you can’t say.  So find what it is


that is your muck,

your spoiler


and teaser.  What do you think about

in the middle of a field, alone


in space

and time?  What sees you, as you wander


and knead

the arches, broken upon the sky?  That is your


sweet thing – what they

cannot take from you.  Like,


this poem

is mine – find your own way








Posted 05/09/17
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