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Month: August 2020

Waste

out to walk
before sunrise
to beat the heat
Monday
recycling trucks
collect the weekend
waste
on one of them
I glimpse

What if nothing
is considered
waste?

it wants
to play

what if
nothing
that happens
is
waste

Audio:

By kaplopblogin Recent PoemsAugust 27, 2020September 14, 202024 Words

A Cup of Cheer

a drear day
for a walk
I pass a man
his head in the cup
of his hands
his elbows anchored
on his window sill
his reverie for a moment
on me
I wave
he breaks his cup
we wave
we lift
a cup of cheer

Audio:

By kaplopblogin Early PoemsAugust 12, 2020February 11, 202134 Words
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