Sandwich Years

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poetry for people

Unfolding


unfolding
tragedy as a factory setting
the inner terrain of revelation and collapse
where the phoenix doesn't do what it should
and the tempest cracks open the wood
we had dinner with those pilots
they were our family
that snowy eve
telling me
I think too much and should decide on a
favorite
color
movie
anything

a father of two
he cried at my weariness
this young jaded heart
this young jaded heart

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