Six lanes
Divided, six-lane road
Three come, three go
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Alice’s park
As child of museum, on her side
Lay bricks and blocks, on them names
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A drop can be lost
On window, on a leaf, dead, alive
But few make a line, run to fall
The drops in group can grow to army
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Métis
You call me what you want
You are dumb, inside wall and blind.
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Ironic
It is good not to be part of this ‘Ironic’
Iron heart, tongue sweet.
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Desert’s seas
It is noon and eastward on highway eighty five
I drive
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Dream-catcher
On roadside the river has stopped
The men of ax and saws
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Lion tattoo
It was not as is now, with machines
Old tattoos were needled, used cold ink,
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Among my photos
Among my photos
There are some that I die to see
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