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Saturday, September 20, 2014

A Little Lost Leaf

Far too long and
Deep into the weeds
Between stoned and not
There’s naught but
An exhale of difference
Except now the depression
Scuds low enough

To envelope me
Much like a riptide
Dragging my sorry ass
Far out to sea
A tiny speck
All but submerged

              *  *  *

At Staples just now
They asked 8 bucks plus
For a little black notebook
But why pay such
A high price
For poems that
May just as well
Remain thought

But unwritten? 

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