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Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Redux for Nicole





The muse is his in minutes,
so a king faced a line, a bridge
I threw a thread,
a poem of rope, strong,
We pulled that thread along.

Getting ready to bless up
Sing of one love!
El of E, you and sea,
on D, eyes an' all
Muse I see all vibes.
ee oh, ee oh,
no good poor city jails.

Blues, unconditional music.
Positive goal minutes soaking
face past days past souls
a Reggae album so blessed oh . . .
an internally strong confident mountain.

A serendipitous foreshadow,
of love on the mountain.
Arrangements getting tighter
Raspberry heart vibrations,
Seen on the floor of the forest.

Closed City




I live in a closed city,
far from warmth
far from voices heard only
on summer Saturdays.

Without buses or trains
there was a checkpoint
when finally we came
to our place on a map.

With four colors,
oh but the numbing choices of good things
to eat
assaulted our notions
of truth.

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