A girl in stripes walks
Down ferry stairs holding her
Brothers hand. Last time.
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The teary-eyed girl,
Eyes darting back and forth is
Alive. No one else.
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To live is to die
Spiritual advisor says.
Not so on this day.
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The last frogs of spring
Croak, overheated,search, like
Us, for long-lost love.
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Ocean’s deep sleep sprouts
Islands. Ice now moves causing
Fault lines to open.
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Thin legs, tight pants move
To start work. Love is a job
In these sad, sad times.
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Wet mop moves, rhythmic
Words hypnotize, lily bloom
Observes patiently.
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White witches converge
To cure forty year curse. Chants
Radiate shakras.
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