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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

 

home

 

 

 

 

 





Posted 05/09/17
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