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  A Day with Holden Claufield

  

  By Lover-of-the-Sloths, Albuquqerque, NM

  You remind me of someone I once knew But not very well As you lean casually against the museum’s brick façade, A smoldering cigarette perched between your stubbly lips. I am sure you are aware that smoking will kill you Which is probably why you do it. Your tie is an unruly mess of red...
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  Gypsy Feet

  

  By Lover-of-the-Sloths, Albuquqerque, NM

  My mom Says I have gypsy feet. They are always taking off, Sashaying Into meadows Of purple poppies And alabaster snapdragons. She says She doesn’t know where I get them....
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  Secrets of the Stars

  

  By Lover-of-the-Sloths, Albuquqerque, NM

  It started out With a little bit of dust. Not the dust you find on a book Or under your bed. No, it was moon dust, A bitter swipe of silver powder across the mesa of my cheekbones. You forge my limbs from the glittering veneers of the stars And play a fiery game of connect-the-dots wi...
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  Walk It Off

  

  By Lover-of-the-Sloths, Albuquqerque, NM

  Walk it off now. We tried, But what you need You will never find in me. So I walk it off. We got going too fast And we lost control. We fell. So walk it off. In the dark, The Yellow Brick Road does not glow as brightly. She has lost her path And the trees, They are whisperin...
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  Wheat

  

  By Lover-of-the-Sloths, Albuquqerque, NM

  Wading through the wheat field Grains as golden as the setting sun Watching clouds spun from indigo spider's silk Dance across the azure dome. She glances at you over her bare shoulder with a set of wide, candy eyes And tosses her half-eaten apple into the field. You smell the rain. ...
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  New Again

  

  By Lover-of-the-Sloths, Albuquqerque, NM

  The sun rises in the distance A glorious halo Enveloping the entire sky In its radiating beauty And from it bleeds yellows, pinks and reds. As the ground warms, We begin to stir The sun begging us to wake To salvage what we have And see what we can make. Whose to say we only have one life...