Kirby Wright Poems

Words from an old flame
Sunrise the past

The time of immortality
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I stride vacation sand,
Feet burning.

Three pelicans glide north
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Man on foot with bike shoes
Reminds me of a woman
In bright heels
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A blonde barista
In a felt fedora

Dreams in the steam
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I will trip and fall
Through glass shower doors,
Blood and shards scatter.
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Room smells of pinot and sex.
The human morning bangs itself.
Last night was first touch.
Rue Saint-Martin is a rage of wheels.
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You lost me
As a friend
When you farted
In the neighboring urinal
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How fast the sun arrives
And disappears, its arc

Belongs to yesterday
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