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my vocal chords
are sometimes called
them golden pipes
(loudly singing opera)
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PANNING
The relentless volleys
of barbaric, frigid waters
shock the phalanxes of dirt
into abandoning their formations,
leaving the treasury
to be plundered at will.
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Lifting her backpack
onto her shoulders
he sees her groan
and rub under her glasses.
He stops, smiles,
and in his mind he scours
for the perfect words
to replace sweet for sour,
“Flip that frown
back on itself
and turn that groan
into a laugh.
The clouds will part,
the sun still shines,
you still got legs,
and I got mine.
Let’s walk out there
and start some diggin’,
cause under all this dirt
has gotta be some fortune”
Then he turns
and walks away
the smile on her face
his gold for the day.
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He was at first a stranger
perhaps good looking and cheerful
but like anyone we treated him with caution
and our hearts were a sly bit fearful
introducing ourselves wasn’t easy
‘what would he think? Would we get along?’
so hope mixed with a twist of fear said calmly “hello.”
secretly wishing this step wasn’t wrong
A second later he was an acquaintance
practical and funny
his stories were so interesting
he cheered us up and made us feel sunny
we looked ahead eagerly to see him again
to our surprise he came
that night, a good omen; golden moon
our laughs echoed loudly without shame
the third time I saw him
gazing deeply at the lake
contemplating
a true friendship we did make
he told me how to heal this world
with the tools of peace and love
as I listened I saw the gold moon
on the lake and high above
as I looked into his eyes
I again saw the golden moon
shining forth from his heart
and swelling like a large balloon
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