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The Peony
One of my peonies has finally openedA preponderance of petalsAn explosion of perfumeSo brief and so generousI wish I could sitAnd spend the entirety of its bloomingAdmiring its beautyAnd shouldn’t we feel this wayAbout one anotherDelighting in each freckle, each curveAppreciating the small offeringOf a life, which is everything
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Coffee Shop Life
Sometimes I crave that coffee shop life I used to lead, the erratic schedule, the strangers and friends coming and going, the smell of new books and old, drowned beans, the folk singers, chess players, immigrants, gossip gatherers and solo studiers, the painters, sculptors, writers, anxious students and relaxed retirees. I used to make a…
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