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Red
Velvet Morning
I judge that
you are a thief
of beauty
love
truth
and
art
hiding behind veneer
as thin as rice
paper
in
a
god damn tornado
set
free.
Two
Twenty Three
A creaking porch declares this
dilapidated chair sits,
both sore and fine
from elements.
This wind weary house,
home
full of memories
old
like hemispheres,
stands.
Find strength when
times were full,
laughter ringing
rooms like diamonds.
Beneath these eaves,
warm
arms in a bedroom shared,
you once read, lay small heads to rest.
Ginger Bush
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