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Slabs

I write in slabs. Grey. Square. Stone. They work so well. Work as they’re meant to Side by side. Line them up in rows. Two by two. Four by Four. Eight by eight. My words multiply and bloom, and something spills within them. Tumbling from fingers, cascading out towards shining azure sky. A saffron flower curling verdant through the cracks. An accident of sunlight and rain. And they see it. I see it. I hate it. Cut it out. No good. Pull up the weed. Nice try weed. But not now. No more of that. More slabs.

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Date: 5/15/2025 12:12:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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Date: 11/28/2022 10:50:00 AM
A good poem. Well done.
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