spring forward

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street fills with old dreams
gray snow clings to sidewalk curbs
rains watch flowers dance.


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huh

so it begins
at 5:00 am
and if it is
still dark
then ain’t
it still night
surely much
too early
for any thing
but deep
deep sleep
and maybe
a sex dream
no matter then
that words
are words
and actions
are an attempt
to figure
the place found
between sounds
do and do not
so that do not
does not become
that fucking no
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