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Possibilities
Vague tomorrow is
malleable until tempered
by the here and now.
Mike’s death
Liked by all, no one
knows why he veered off the road
toward eternity.
Dizzy
Why his head spins he
doesn’t know. Vertigo’s made
the world hell’s fun house.
Snow blind
Spiraling flakes, like
small hands opening wide, feel
their way down to earth.
Afternoon rendezvous
She blithely sails out
the door. No explanations
save her secret smile.
Dull lives filtered take
on romance, mystery, masked by
Low-fi Sutro Rise.
Visitors to a dead blog
WordPress stats: twenty-
two-thousand views in ’12. This
despite no new posts.
Driving to Chicago
90 knows me well,
her sinuous curves — through five
states — lead me onward.
Buckingham Fountain
What naiad dances
in your pulsing, surging heart,
calling me to her?
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