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burning turning tumult yearns and

sunset flowers bloom and burn in

colored sheets that fields of wheat can

replicate with  just a spark.

Do what you like

and like what you do,

and giving it thought,

I think I like you.

lots of kids are playing four square.

Some play violins with horse hair.

I’m so tired, oh so tired.

Please, I need relief. Anyone.

Misfits fit together better

than an envelope and letter

whether they are loud and fret or

calmly poised like springtime weather.

A heart entrapped, ensnared, and flared

wide open, ready to be shared.

The world, a girl–desire must

expose its face so bare–a girl; the world.

Cut-rate, cut-throat, upcut scapegoat.

Bright, stark, bite marks, arc-bent right starts.

Tripple inlets, rippling triplets.

Hunkered trucking; tuckered bunkers.

Follow when you should be leading.

Give a gift without receiving.

Show frustration when it’s waning.

Hold expressions you’ve been feigning.

Plant your bottom in a chair.

Watch it grow and stretch your pants.

Ponder; “this is not a drill.”

Launch a flare askance uphill.

Taking a risk, if you miss, can be haughtily

wrought, and rethought to reflect something shoddy;

embossed on the losses of visions we sought while

connecting the dots with the lines we have crossed.