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Splotch

ink
spilled
spoiled
splintered
splattered
searching for a page
where nothing may be Writ
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A Short Story

Do you smoke? she asked.
Weed?
Yes.
No.
What then?
Cigars. Premium cigars.
That might be a deal-breaker, she said.
What deal?
Aren’t you looking for a relationship?
Not deliberately, he replied.
You’re not looking for love? she asked.
Is everybody?
Everybody I know, she said.
Everybody you know is without it? He asked.
Do you like me?
I don’t have much to go on. Why did you ask if I smoked weed?
We were talking about smoking, she said. Would it be a deal-breaker if I like weed?
Are we trying to make a deal? he asked.
What do you think? she asked.
Not any more.

                                   ~ ~ ~

Adrift

 

ADRIFT

 

Germinate them
 hope proclaims.
Dreams
spew their steam.
Contrails
lulled, a wayward breeze,
Evanesce.
Make thine own regrets.

 

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Here

Twas put before me

Once.

Who is it I am?

And given to wonder

Why,

Is it to matter?

I am not so much that.

No.

Rather more this I think.

Trees and river and

Sky

All came there

With me, within me

Me

Was there to see.

I’ve done it.

Yes.

I’ve worked it out.

‘Tis plain to see.

At last

I am

what I am to be.

       ~~~

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