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the aggregate of my many grievances
numerous as those sand granules
that occupy Oak Street Beach
occasionally hit me wave
after wave…

A high tide
of bad timing
and low energy
and emotions
damp to needle

And for the record:
the slightest scratch
often produces
the loudest ouch


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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