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| Steps |
stepping stones to nowhere
"You go first."
"No, you."
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| Shapes |
Should we stay
or run?
The shape of things to come.
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| Fright |
Play all you want.
Paint this, word that . . .
knight mares'll still flaunt.
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Playing with the paint program again. Colors, words, shapes and squiggles. Work awaits; instead she scribbles, like a crayon prone to giggles. Must refrain. Outside--the rain. All day it pours, three days now, pelting the pavement, drumming its drone-like splat. The cats watch and wait.
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Playing with the paint program again. Colors, words, shapes and squiggles. Work awaits; instead she scribbles, like a crayon prone to giggles. Must refrain. Outside--the rain. All day it pours, three days now, pelting the pavement, drumming its drone-like splat. The cats watch and wait.
