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at heartache o'clock* / i find myself here / where i grew up but different // now different but the same / the same old sunrise / but very different
sunrise delivery
radio towers / at the confluence / of the columbia and // the snake transmit messages / of am-fm / disconsolation
high beams in the rain / the driver intent / on getting somewhere as soon // as possible i stop time / climb in next to him / and write this poem
song
the bridge is burning / into memory / as if its solidity // has crossed the blank gray chasm / between mind and soul / to convey the sun
ditty as sonnet
a cautionary tale
A woman named Ursula went / To an eighty-third birthday event / And danced on the table / In a dress made of sable / Till all her beer money was spent
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