an impertinent boy

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sun follows rain
the fresh mud
drying hard
her pretty smile
at his suggestion

on learning to pass

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You people scare me,
with your secret silent rules.
But I have a brain.
I will analyze your ways.
I will pass for one of you.

on living up to a memory

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morning chill
my late father watches
as I shave

undone

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as she sleeps
watching her breath on the cold air
I am undone

she looks away

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the twittering flock
silent for a moment
she looks away and smiles

secret desire

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busy little bee —
his secret desire
to watch her sleep

on unjustified expectations

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this worldly innocent.
flighty and indecisive —
she will be his rock

on a new friend

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Six a.m.
and still we two sit
just talking
of how we should not
sit talking all night.