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resurrection
insurrection
take me to the
tower

this world
around us
all the
time
falls apart
around us
all the time
breeds
priests and
killers all
the time
lovers and
dreamers all
the time
extinction and
rebirth all
the

blackened catfish sweet
rivers grey ash stampeding through
new york corridors

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
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