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this conversation shocked the bejeesus out of me one day at school:


2 women:

one discussing her
divorce.
They could be
talking about anything: an
article in the
morning paper
distant, informed, regarding
a not over-complicated
topic.

She is gossiping,
laughing, a
non-participant, a
former partner in their
disengaged dance.

...

In a
Windy
Park the
Bench
Across
From a
Sandpit and
Slides
There sits a
Man
Playing his
Flute,
Music from
Days of
Old
Shades of
Old
I like the
Autumn trees
Discarding
Leaves
How? Of
Me and you
Does
Spring
Follow always
Winter?

I don't
Think so,
But the
...

I am
Craving the
Sea
I am
Going to
Wake up
One
Day
Gasping for
Water.

Slowly

Raging softly
Burning

My 1st
Chakra on
Fire as
You cover
Me disappear
Inside...
And my

Body
Temperature
Reaches
110.

Celsius.