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Cinquain #22 I find Myself thinking on oceans: We have next to no understanding Earth is more ocean than anything else and Rafts and Cruise ships Are my big experience My knowing runs on slow measures Of ups and downs, sunburns, flying fish, oysters Drifting too Far off Or staying at edges Tide pools filled… Read more
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Cinquain #21 Summer in Denver, Colorado’s afternoons couldn’t Be more specific. Lifeguards blew their Whistles and we were ordered out of water And poof! A thunderstorm. Us under the trampolines Learning how to flirt or playing Jacks, listening to the pounding rain, possibly hail Miracles that The frames Didn’t attract lightning, honestly. After 15 minutes… Read more
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CINQUAIN #19 I have A thing for chocolate A slight flirtation will strip me Down to no resistance, even as a gateway Fast food. Read more
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Cinquain #18 Love is My work, but lately I have felt a challenge in My trust in this work. Maybe I am Supposed to… Report only On the facts and Sort through the files of honesty, Or perceptions like a detective searching for reasons I suffer Physically in This world. How can I trust love… Read more
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CINQUAIN #14 I can’t Think of what to Say because I hate goodbyes, Even when I am ready to leave them Truly yesterday. Read more
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CINQUAIN #13 Finish begins With our first breath. From there I fell further into Curiosity about knowing less and less It is midway late, and I realize only Now I — Am I Getting younger? Satisfied that I do Not know everything and there is Nothing out of order when the wind blows Backwards from… Read more
