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There will be one more stanza. Please leave comments.
Enjoy but don't just try to make me feel good : )
Enjoy but don't just try to make me feel good : )
* * *
This trip--A hint of shining in the window behind me--
This trip is a wish for beauty.
She will crackle and say I am now boarding,
But the push will be as strong as the pull.
(My plane will not approach the sun.)
I'm going to incandescent yellow midnights on numb stomachs,
Blinding, white wakings in someone else's bed.
Jgarr-zyarpp in and jiarr-gziyarp out into starched parking lot
Exchanged for succulent days, perma-press nights.
Ten years pause on ten breaths--a ten-day Olivet.
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