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Shed Bid
larrylark

I read dimensions of a shed,
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wall to wall carpet, glitter strewn glass roof,
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above a bed where telescope protrudes,
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to catch each clutch  of stars,
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I reached beyond my solar plexus,
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vexed as deep winds moaned
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through intestinal space and time.
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We are all but flesh upon bone,
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a micro curse perched,
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stitched to the lace collar of the universe,
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seeking a home.
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I e-mailed bid, got terse reply.
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“Second home blown to Kansas,
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on the cusp of a hurricanes angry storm.”
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I thought of Oz, a lonesome prairie house,
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one dozen dust bowls, Toto, Dorothy,
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forever wheeling, stirred endlessly round,
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while the universe wound itself once more.
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I turned through shallow sleep,
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bare boards creaking in Autumn’s gale.
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Leaves sailed past,
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sliding on wet window panes,
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beaten down by rain.
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In dawns cold silence they clustered underfoot,
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or stuck to a scarecrows face.
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Disinterested rooks
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pulled worms from recently rotated soil,
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while birds flew feathery down.
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23 Sep 11

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yea yea yea ...and my Fanny Aunt has had her testicles snipped trying to be nice boy....or should boy read bauer
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