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from among the metal bars
escape the road runners
from the golf fields
I shall follow the other band
of elderly retired – those
who drive further into
the desert to sit time
at hand to watch the
migratory birds being
stopped by no borders
.
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focusing
on what is below
is landing on something
randomly crossing
the air arms up
wind against a shiver
speeding up to gather
heat from within
perspiring
imagine palm trees
from above and all
behind the houses
shadows are
give aways of ones
heights unless light
generates within
.
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*
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it’s a hard switch
from listing a dumpster
of emotion to observing the
less visited bay of serenity
.
having very few words
at use for such new place
and fear of letting enthusiasm
out a kite flying high
.
people born unhappy
turn green under a dark
cloud if you let happiness
out but why changing them
.
yet I know some are here
now craving for news from
outer places words as rare
pearls bright near the heart
.
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annamosca 