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listening to Van Dyke Parks
on the porch

has old music offended New
Spring

the lake breeze demands the
current

And I think the Sun feels the
same

I’m in the weeds with all this
anthropomorphizing

when the track changes
the temperature jumps
clouds vamos and the
wind gentles

as I nod along with
my home boy
Kanye
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Poem #4 for April

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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