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Here's a sign Brent spotted in Evansville...we had to stop to take the picture. No comment necessary.
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| Breakaway
But when the world before her eyes begins
to sway like music waltzing tender feet,
she settles conversation with a smile,
and steps with care to miss their lazy legs
like timber in her path. She tiptoes to
the kitchen, leaves her glass, and finds her coat
but doesn't blow a kiss to him, just looks
as mothers look so fondly in a crib.
Out! The wind blows harshly on her red cheek;
she sucks it in, the suffocating force.
Once to the fields, she smiles to see the moon
full bloomed in icy black tranquility.
Before she can begin to feel the chill,
a cell phone ring reminds her where she was.
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| So I am back on facebook and my number of posts are decreasing. I don't plan to stop posting though-I still have a lot to say and many poems to write! Now I've plunged into that fabulous finals week, I'm not sure if I'll post again this week, but I'm sure I'll need a distraction when I'm home next week trying to write my essay before the Costa Rica tropical biology lab trip.
Here's another sonnet to make up for my absence.
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