i saw her
sitting alone
on
the bench
the wind
whipping
her hair
her dress
her floppy hat
it
brought to mind
the koi fish
fighting
for pellets
in the pond
at
the zoo
the bodies
flopping
on
one another
in
gluttonous frenzy
mouths
sucking
at nothing
a
mindless
sort
of spasming
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You weave words in a beautiful way. I’m missing those longer poems you used to write
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i spend my words in the book and boil down the poetry into thoughts. for you, i will try to divert the stream this evening after the choir concert.
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Meh, I’m okay waiting. Teaches me patience
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if it counts I’m 15000 into book two. figured it out and now I know where it is going.
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Everything you do counts
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now who is giving bear hugs
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Wait, did you mean word count when you said if it counts? Lol
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