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Distraction
I woke up for you today,
alarm clock sounding the finale
of a dream, then brushed
my thoughts in your direction.
I scratched the sleep-sand
from my eyes for you, while unheard
music steamed in the shower
Monday morning you look
so fine...
For you I arranged the refrigerator
letters to spell sunshine
before I hurried into autumn,
coat pulled tightly around umbrella.
I picked up a dime for you,
the one I saw last week
frowning on the museum steps.
In the evening I bought a curbside
rose for you, and the scent
fell upon my clothes. When I saw you
standing near the clock
I knew
for you I would fall asleep.
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The Palace Flophouse
When Newton closed his eyes beneath a tree
and took the apple from the serpent, he
conceived the urge of humanity, plea, plea,
procreant desire and tendency.
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