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SUNDAY PRAYER, xxix
Time & time again,
I've half a mind to turn to normal,
score a dress code, trucker's formal,
back in college, back in dorms.
But what is normal anyway?
We always hear the weird ones saying
pity pleas dressed up as poems.
When in analogue rome, I am, I am.
Time & time again,
art makes a martyr out of midnights,
saves for later love's leftovers
in a box I mark october.
She knows the word for hope in Spanish.
Folded in a picnic blanket,
crossed the shoals of Rio Grande,
zero dimes, a zillion plans. I am, I am, I am.
But you're a birthday,
deep with the dayshine.
Dusk to a moonbreak,
the dust of keepsakes.
Time & time again, I am, I am.
DAS - Ferndale, Michigan, USA
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