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(res(ent moons are for wishing, she told me A new tiny rip in the sky letting a just of light through is a (hance...for something Day slips into her festive darkness... Somewhere a ripe dream is sagging and a gloved hope is rea(hing up to plu(k |
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(res(ent moons are for wishing, she told me A new tiny rip in the sky letting a just of light through is a (hance...for something Day slips into her festive darkness... Somewhere a ripe dream is sagging and a gloved hope is rea(hing up to plu(k |
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Look up other pieces by J. Kevin Wolfe in the Author Index. Kevin writes: "I always had that problem of looking out the window. I was kicked out of Algebra II in the 10th grade for it. A few decades later, my cube has a view of a pine that gets irritated at the lightest of breezes. There are passionate sunsets in the winter. And a constant flux of cars overtop of 90% of the asphalt in the valley. They pay me to look out this window now. Never underestimate how far your weaknesses will take you. Sometimes I look out other windows. I call that poetry." |
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