Captured in this Moment

It is dry and hot and somewhat like a desert here. 

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Colorful Giraffes

Roses, cut at their prime sit in vases on the shelves.

Days later they will sit wilted and brown in putrid water.

And we throw them out.

The songbird wakes with the first rays of dawn.

Unaware, it is plucked off a branch by the dark brown falcon screaming by.

And the songs are silenced. 

The two human  beings, intertwined on a bed form harmony.

Only some time later, they are screaming bloody murder. 

And they are in love no more.

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You will learn

I’m here 

I’m there

I’m everywhere.

And in the end I can’t say very much.

Other than I have lived

and seen 

and done these things. 

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Cobbled roads leaving sidewalks ending in ruts along the ground. 

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Freezing

Wind blew and it was cold for this time of year.

I had become accustomed to something else. 

And there you were, in another form.

Fitting of such a cold dusk. 

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Notice such things

Lilly pads stretched in an arch around the shore.

The mallard swam between them, weaving in and out.

The otter-no wait dog-made it to shore

all in a matter of moments. 

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Digital signal

If there were words we would have broken them. 

Those are the truest things we humans might count upon. 

Stranded boat floating on frozen water.

Tiny fish 

they thought were tadpoles

and all things are somewhat misrepresented. 

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You knew another language once

We stole the suburban because we knew the keys were hidden under the metal bumper. 

We drove it to the Dairy Queen down the road while Sixth Period Chemistry droned on. 

And we ate vanilla and chocolate and caramel and life was truly beautiful then. 

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