Shadow Dancing on the Balcony (Three different steps) 1. Burgundy dressed patriot. The one always chosen for president of beyond the call of and most likely to. Spinning around schedules, mesmerized by her own dreams. She surrounded herself all too perfectly with those straight-up-the-leg type seams. I took her to the movies before she became [...]

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A dozen or so ways of looking at a door (Someone go and see who’s knocking.) 1. The Dutch door blew open with warm smells of gingerbread and bouillabaisse simmering between Cat Stevens on the stereo and sympathetic rain on the bay window for me. 2. The nursery, the career, the rest home. (Please shut [...]

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