He makes her coffee, the way she likes,
While the other sleeps,
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On an Indiana summer’s eve,
Wind and water can twist itself into a monster one night,
And the next run its fingers like a lover through your hair.
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She’s mine!
And with the simple twist of a simple, metal tab
She flies!
And even the flight of jets is not the same.
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The farms and factories are filled with
Unwritten books, the
Bars with unrecorded stars.
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My front porch muse makes
Deep pools from puddles.
Living at the tip of the
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He accumulates, in increments,
Tiny bits of wasted time: he
Remembers he forgot the keys,
Reviews the menu seven times,
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“If your father and I had never met, you wouldn’t even be! ”
That used to bother me a bit, to think that some small twist of fate,
Some feckless little turn of head, some glint of eye or casual wit
Had linked my parents long ago by matrimonial ring and bed,
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At seven, they said I had to blend
Half water with half cream.
But Vo5’s “No-Mix-Formula”
Was only 29 cents more.
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Some Pit-dweller kid, I wonder,
Did he congregate with other kids
Around the most popular pit in town,
Saying cool pit-things in
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