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STATE QUARTERS

Five a year For ten years. Fifty quarters For fifty states. Fifty million Americans, each Paying twelve dollars fifty. Optimistic. Hopelessly so. Believing their own exceptionalism. Dreaming that their collection Will one day Be worth more Than thirteen bucks. When

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Land and Sky

Out the Gate, The Runway Bare: Rev the Engines, Sail the Air. Below Cars gleam, Roofs naught but Rust We leave grey City In Our Dust. Past jagged Coastline Lies Untamed Sea Blind from Cloud… Sky breaks Free. I Fasten

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The Lunatics

They gaze upon this timeless sphere: It bounds element from aether. As cloud above begins to clear On knowing they do teeter. Now gilded angels leap across Magnificent desolation. A billion souls bear witness to The triumph of a nation.

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Penny Black

Treasured above all’cause of her imperfectionsNot in spite of them.

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Inferno

First the cynics, who live without hope Then those who were swept by desire. Next inner emptiness of those who can’t cope; Fools and hoarder too, doomed to this fire. The bitter are here, still not letting go; As are

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On The Shelf

Hands bound and feet bound. Looking out my plastic cage; Other toys are freed.

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The Iceman

A prince In his own time. Blond and proud The world his oyster. The throne awaited him Or so he was told. Absorbed in fantasies Of being more than he then was. He dreamed Of being a king. Grey clouds

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Lighthouse

There never was a formal exchange. No passing of a baton. No palming of the keys. One day I chose to leave that warm and cosy room. And ventured up the winding stairs, Ascending, clockwise. As time itself marched on.

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The Sapling

There’s a sapling That’s been growing in my garden. For quite some time. It seems weak. Fragile. And bare. It has nothing to offer. Nothing to give. The grass around it grows tall and wild. It can’t be tamed, coaxed

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