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This poem is
….(light)
-headed
to the moon
to the corner
to the ends of the earth.
She’s putting the pedal
to the metal and her
nose to the grind and her
head in the clouds.
She’s got a playlist
and some play-doh
and her go-go boots
and old zoot suits
and a few meet-cutes
to schedule.
She’s about to brave
some storms
some storied swarms
and various forms
of nonsensory and such.
But you must forgive her much,
for she’s about to save
…………………………………her
…………………………………soul.
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In November, we poem.
Yes. That agenda should do the job.
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