All the well-traveled
echoes and rhymes arriving
past closing time.
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The moon through the last
leaves—a half clock face, arms
dissolved in night.
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My morning window—
the bright face of a black box
in a black box.
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Waiting for coffee,
the machine’s monologue
going on and on.
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The sun hovering
at the horizon—an eye
too stubborn to blink.
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The clock gave one
minute for two, the day
saved by half.
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No page unwritten,
she turns them over and draws
on blank faces.
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At the train’s rumble
a human herd stampeded
my imagination.
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I see trees shrink—
their full lungs dwindling,
their bones visible.
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Having a mind like
a music box, lid open—
no winding needed.
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