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Gurgling of coffee grounds being drenched; very intermittent car swooshes; flutter-flap of jays, sparrows, finches, cardinals and the orchestra of all their calls; popping popcorn tap of keyboard keys as final sermon sentences are smoothed; whispers and sighs are in my head, in my heart so I am listening, completing, ready to be ... |
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It yawned its big yellow yawn after another squealing stop despite its slow approach. The two butterflies who had been waiting walked up the step-tongue and then the yawn ended, and it crept back up to some speed before letting out, and letting on, through another yellow yawn. |
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Tonight I spoke to a sliver of the moon; it did not speak back. I needed it to say, to solve the trouble stirring in my soul, in my soul. It did not speak, this sliver. It was bright but banal in its response to my roiled heart. |
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Farewell "fair" ... you've had too many shots to prove yourself worth my obsession. Your counterpart, "unfair" is no better bedfellow. Be gone, too! Forget "fair." I prefer "focus." And "faith." And "for ... today." Yes, today. |
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Little sister is still asleep. All safe. No need to worry that she'll see the T.V. with it's fuzzy red fellow la la la la la la -ing. The one you so adamantly have outgrown, that you are "too big" to watch because it's for "little" kids. Oh, but daddy hears you. You are singing along. Laughing. It's like you're dancing with an old friend. Indeed. |