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11/24/2018

Easel

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Rust
Weeps into a corner of my eye
An easel stands with finished work
Hung

k r

11/10/2018

I watched pigeons on the side of a bridge
huddled against cold steel
in sunshine and wind
and felt their courage and strength show through
the ruffling of their feathers
And I,
in my warm idling vehicle
at the traffic light
ready to push off into my brave world

k r

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