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Municipal pumping plant
Synchronicity

Pager number four
Municipal pumping plant
Synchronicity

It’s been two whole years
Soon it will be cold enough
I’ll eat tomorrow

Aren’t you glad you’re home
The air is so much better
Time to smoke some weed

I’m sorry we can’t swim in the river
We’re not sure what’s in it
Surely we might catch something
Ginkgos and Cumbia bridging
places, culture, the cityscape
I could be anywhere
Toro Toro!
Red captures my attention
Judgment, charging like a lineman
But I relinquish my helmet
Before I’m gored by my ignorance
I have a lot to unpack

so much depends
upon
a red, white and blue
flag
kids with sparklers
running
beside the blonde
woman
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Backpack oranges
Just an hour by the lake
Making connections

Recommended Soundscape: Flying in the Clouds by Dmitro Khatskevych
A word comes to mind for myself in a state of suffering and unknown circumstances. It says, “take the risk of falling in love.”
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Surrender
She’s every shade of blue.
The skies in her eyes
remind me of who I am.
She calls me from my bright warm tent
and promises me solid ground.
Her brushstrokes paint my face,
and His likeness, cures in the moonlight.
She’s a star I have no wishes for,
the guiding hand to all my questions.
I’ll meet Her for a while,
then walk away with all my answer’s.
She brings me to the hilltop church
and whispers through the wind chime’s ring.
My voice is loud,
I’ve received a gift.
While thorns adorn Her stems,
and Her blossoms take their time,
She only yields ‘I love you’ petals.
I’ll pick them for my centerpiece,
as my arrangement is uncertain,
but I surrender.
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For J.D.

Gardens tend themselves
Gardens do not tend themselves
That is the question
Sun warming soil
Tree buds red on highways edge
What’s my sacrifice?