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Ask Me by William Stafford

Some time when the river is ice ask me mistakes I have made.  Ask me whether what I have done is my life.  Others have come in their slow way into my thought, and some have tried to help or to hurt: ask me…

Crumby

I once brought a crumb to work with me. It was accident…. A bit of breakfast cereal, Oatmeal I think it was Stuck onto my shirt and dried. Nobody was offended and the crumb Was perfectly fine with everything

New Hooverville

Desperate search for roofs Within this friendliest of towns The old wolves pushed Further out, into boxes That have been painted Over and over and over again In dusty neighborhoods Who threaten to pave Their dirt roads With yellow bricks For the ones from…

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Looking Through Me

It’s too bad I can’t kiss his lips. I’m not attracted to them. But, if I were, he would reject me. For my stories are buried deep And they cannot be read easily It is as if, I shouldn’t exist. You see… The problem…

Fawn Earphones

A fawn ran into the road Losing its stealth, naked Stumbling over the yellow line Hooves slipping on wet pavement. I’m travelling inside a Zipcar Hyundai Elantra Sedan Named “Irene” Controlling the accelerator with ease Warp speed for a human Even on the curves…

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