poem
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The hotel elevator smells like cigarettes and I remember all the good things about the ’90s
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The flight I did not take
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The flight I did not take was the flight that left on time, pulling out of the gate at eight- -oh-five a.m. precisely no delay or pause, no need to…
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Morning flight
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This morning at the flats the tide was out the earth remaining watery-grey with long-billed sandpipers stalking, bending low seizing what they found. In the channel nearby the pelicans swooped…
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The remodel began last week
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The remodel began last week and all is tarps and chaos, splinters and dust unanswered emails and dinner out. In hundred degree weather the strawberries wilt next to sprinkler lines…
something happens next 