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A mouth, an arm, 
An upturned hand,
A drop of curd and mist.

An unseen sun
Marks wrist
With its bead.

Again,
I struggle to see
What I see.
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200 / 40
 
Prayer is not for believers.
It is for those incapable of belief_
Dim-hearted bankers, like me,
Hoping to earn on interest
What they could not pay in principle.
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A window behind you.
  Put Virginie out there,
  Teal Vespa, marron hair.
Scarf horizontal,
  A skirted lovely prude
  Speeding out of view.
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Meanwhile
At the church retreat we
Went off to talk to God.
And sitting behind
The Rectory, I watched
The leaves of a locust.
All moving.
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She wasn’t wearing
  Her wedding ring.
Why do I care?
  I’ve got no dog in that fight.
But still,
  What a voluptuous window_
  An empty finger.
A glimpse of pain
  Or possibility
Just beyond a parted curtain.
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140 / 67
 
I read you
Until I was able to write this.
A fluid thing
Rightly weighted
Talking back through the ether,
Saying
Thank you.
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10:32 am.
 1,000 worlds
 blaze through
 my office window.
The tum tum
 of street bands,
 cat calls,
 kids screaming.

Where should I be?
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