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another drilling through concrete
digging for new additions to summer city,
but I keep my dreams off-gray and search for the pretty…

fruit-bearing trees
charming cafes
a smiling face in the crowd

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passion flames
when extinguished, turn sentimental
with time

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A thoughtless repetition strips life
of its inherent sweetness

a new seduction must be invented

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too tired of waiting for that Jesus hour
too tired of wanting that golden egg of fortune

too angry of being ok (alright) with your own mediocrity

and then you make the first move…

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The poet Joe Pintauro had us at Smile
across the busy cafe, we did just that…smile
but we’ll never know why