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Big
sweet
Soft
Slow
And moving

Mandela

Early
rooftop
tickles the soul
Whirls
Scurries
whispers
Its blows
Sweeps up early
And collects as it goes
One color painting
China white snow
No rush to tell of
What sits below
Tiptoes creep over
lanterns aglow
An essence of waiting
Reflection below

Groove

He’s waitin for my feet to move
So I move them

Twinge

burns
And
pangs
I tuck in my urges
and sit down
Bend myself in two
Slid onto the table
With my smudges
the folding chair leaning
belly like a brick
read over and over
Smiling but
Not comprehending
interested
talking
Reaching
involved
interested
But hungry

Little leave

decided
all or nothing
refused to make believe
scared little mouse
kicked in with
Urgency
getting
old
fast
Despite better advice
I listened
greedy heart
the choice to leave
The gleaming girl inside
boastful arrogant entitled
Plain
a choice?
to go on looking
for a favour
I knew
The Time was fantastic.
To hustle it enticing
take the bargain
all of the excuses
the correctness needed
to back
neglectful ways
blinded by decision
Fuelled by assumption
limbo into the gutter
dedicated duty
unwillingness and permanence
pregnant with worry
Impeding observations
channelled with energy
mindfulness
gratitude
destiny
I became heavier as
The buzzer set
Undeserved
independence correlated
value plummeting
I became no more charitable
and intensely
rigid
Unwilling
Wherever able
a true song
From the anger of those I Did wrong
don’t see the matter
the heat from threatening the coals below
possibility
stability
Everything
the vice creaks
If I squeeze pants over my long johns
Will it look like I’m doing more work?

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yolks are tight
see that yearning
A letter here
Your legs are burning
Choked up fuzzy
A noble churning
Capture sent
Dramatic learning

Yearn

The great sit I crave