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Climate Change

The world turns round in many lands of wind.
The stars see all the lands and lie in dark -
infinite and stripped of human fire,
romanticized with lover's swollen lips.
Still, they hang anonymous and clear.
The countryside has random ones that fall,
beyond the measure our eyes can recall.
I tell you this, such quick falls are not rare.
Tonight, the breath of Autumn rides in drifts
among the ending summer that still warms
a portion of… Continue

Out of Town

Her way out of town was an unwanted honeymoon.

She lost the groom in Gatlinburg, momentarily,

distracted by the chocolate makers.

She felt a serious anxie

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At Sundown

　

Atlanti

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Wrecks That Are Human

I mean to pick the sweet mint that grows wild on the hill
beside the railroad tracks, but I hear voices and squat,
narrowed into myself, and listening to the people under the trestle.
I can see them too, a man says, Happy Jack, where the hell
is that wood, and Happy Jack is laughing, which seems appropriate,
and he waves some small sticks, and a woman says, hurry,
it is cold, and it is cold, merely brisk to me though, in my warm jacket.
Lola, a tall man says, get those sti… Continue