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Finale

Spot clean
garments of love
so only the stain
remains.

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Tea Party

Place settings for four,
Mom brought violets
for the centerpiece;
dolls in their Sunday best,
me, in pigtails
and my favorite dress.

His voice always did startle me.

Grandma brought glue
for the handle.

If only my heart was porcelain.

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High Note

I woke up that morning
with a tickle in my throat
for something-
(anything but fancy,)

and I had you in my sights.

When my tone of voice
captured your attention,
syllables flowed like a river,
continuously
and all downhill.

Like a soprano,
I hit a high note

when you finally let me speak.

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Brain Freeze

My mind is void of you,

with exception
to the occasional echo;
a faint innuendo

precipitating
a temporary pause

in my step.

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Roadmap

A daffodil, repotted in fertile soil.
rain- washed of yesterday’s remnants
tucked in tight, wrapped in reflection
of an inviting golden sun. You said:
I speak in pretty words, but say nothing,
so now I talk to the clouds and stare
at the stars he scattered so perfectly
like the miles he placed between us.

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2

I don’t know what to call you

Is there a pronoun,
for this heartbreak?

I see images of you
in chalk stick figures
on sidewalks;

in that last dance
we never had.

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Deja Vu on Eighth and Magnolia

For two stops,

I watch you
gaze out the window
holding back tears,

want to reach out
with reassurance

and say,
I was you, once.

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