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Unless we know why someone made a decision, we can’t safely change it or conclude that they were wrong.
“Wolves are nonthreatening in the plastic utopia of the park.”
Jacob decided he’d had enough from here on out
there is so little room for optimism
no drumbeat that captures the beating of my heart no template for my thoughts no paragon for my virtues
Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he’s dead
I can’t make happiness my purpose in life
In that high place in the darkness the two oddly sensitive human atoms held each other tightly and waited.
Working with the headings
La luna vino a la fragua con su polisón de nardos. El niño la mira, mira. El niño la está mirando.
it happened at noon it happened in December it happened on Thursday it happened around last week it happened about two o’clock
by the banks of the new Euphrates we bellowed
© 2021 P Borenstein Made in New Hampshire
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there is a crack in everything
that’s how the light gets in