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Monday, September 11, 2006

yesterday afternoon 3 pm

When I sit
porchfront
drinking vodka from
a coffee cup I got
from a 6th grade
pen pal,
I smile at the
wind kissing my face
and breathe
in
out
together
and alone.

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