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Summer Nights
My day is done, so I sit here,
Under the stars, twinkling gleefully down at me
Still, the hot summer day lingers like a sticky residue on my skin
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spring is coming
spring is coming-
the earth awakes from her death-sleep,
melting away the frozen blanket over her body.soft tears often fall-
tears for the lives lost, for the new lives given.
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Marbles
Everyone carries a little bag full of marbles,
But I didn’t get one.
I have to carry them myself,
And I managed to,
until I realized something,
This is hard to do.
Most people don’t notice
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I Am Born
I was born a Wednesday’s Child of Woe.
Born the year of nothing-
Before the End-Of-All.
Born 11:52 am, November 21, 2007.
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when our art is taken
what to do when everything that makes us human-
art, music, creation-
is copied, stolen, created by non-human, non-living ai
what will we do?
when our very expression is being taken away from us
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fairy tale children
slipping out of eyesight
through windows
and out back doors
in the dark of night
with only the stars as witnesses.
slipping through thick forests
carrying sweet-smelling woven baskets