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Sailing ahead, salt mists our sun kissed bodies as we rest on the bow of the boat Counting and observing

What is it like to be a beautiful dancer Of ballet, of jazz, of modern dance The traditional tutus and

They are scattered Maybe all but gone now, But I wish for a hint Of them In seeing them shine,

What if your life was at the bottom of that dude’s cooler? Your eternity, that bit of liquid there; You

It’s funny if a unicorn was a thing. A thing to touch To feel; It’s funny if a rainbow’s

Sunday morning, damp bench, Deep Creek Lake State Park. Pandemic pup sits beside me, panting after her free run,

I was walking Out for the first time Since then Since, I don’t know when Feeling naked Hearing “cho mo”*

Words are lovers that never love; Oblivious to the feelings they relate; For they may seem real and “tried and

Clickity, click, click On the simple myth Clickbait, clickbait Why wait? It’s a click or no? A yes or

If I were a canine only, I could live by olfactory And smell my way to mindfulness. I could