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Random Poem:

construction
mikkirat

Another afternoon at the cafe:
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glorious idleness.
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The birds are unchanged,
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as are the construction sounds;
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another project
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matters very little
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from beneath the canopy's shade.
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It's the dull humming of Caterpillars
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that falls short of the sidewalk,
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skipping up lazily:
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the sparrows are unconcerned,
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and the young man at the next table,
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his shirt proudly unpressed,
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his face changing from pimples to
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wisps of beard,
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is engaged in a long explication
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on the nature of an afterlife,
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and the utility of religious belief
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to a smiling girl in spaghetti straps,
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her shoulders pink to the sun.
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Big machines hum in the distance.
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Her smile is uncertain,
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tugging at the corners.
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Her eyes crinkle, and she leans
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toward her engaging boy
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maybe hoping for a joke;
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strands of brunette,
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rebelling against a ponytail,
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climb her cheek
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and tangle in her teeth,
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freckles,
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sunshine camouflage
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for Irish girls in Kansas.
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Bobcats prowl the prairie.
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Between unpolished remarks
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on reincarnation,
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while flies
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perform touch-and-goes
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on unwashed saucers,
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his earnestness is betrayed,
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distracted by the breeze
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and it's gentle effect
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on his companion's blouse
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billowing powder blue
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and canary yellow,
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fluttering ducks.
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Quitting time comes soon
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as the sun burns into the afternoon;
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fences will stand
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well into the evening,
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leaning into the street,
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jilted lovers
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dancing sadness while waiting for moonlight,
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while idle empty coffee-cups
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insist that every moment
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must be entered into a ledger,
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and time be spent
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wisely.
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