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Whit Howland Poem
I go out for walks
once in a blue moon
when I do it’s a warm day
and the sky is many shades of blue
the moon
is just a clipped fingernail
I’m so happy now
I’m over the moon and weather
not under it
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you lean back
like you always did
and blow
wearing your bell bottom slacks
cool
just like you always were
I hear you now
maybe I always did
I just didn't know
it's all I ever wanted to do
paint a picture
lean back
see
feel
and hear the music
so please understand
I'm not trying to be you
I'm just trying
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It’s not your lies
I can’t take
I can fashion those
making them
into a bouquet
of plastic or
better yet
fake flowers
it’s the fact that
you take me
for someone easy
with emotions
to be plucked
like strings
on a jazz bass
and used for chords
in your grand
musical score
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brown on dusty mustard
clashes
with streaks of gray
we
drive through riding
the wave
haven't seen
a drop of rain
in days
sun bleaches boards
and bones
alike
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It’s the images
we can’t ignore
when they come
they come in threes
one
on top of the other
all gears
flashes
and springs
the mind shutters
clicks shutters clicks
and shutters some more
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