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Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

no particular wednesday

my sun striped shoulders
think the sky
is not worth painting today

the dishes need no attention
as they sit cleanly stacked
white as roman senators
with no judgments to levy
from their cabinets

ah but my pen
my pen
she wishes to dance this day
into the past
along the lines
of a dance floor page

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