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The Matinee

As she lowers herself, I am engulfed,
lost in the heady scent of bayberry,
invigorating wintergreen cypress,
her eyes are the same color as her song,
both melodies lilt timeless intervals,
eternity comes in thrusts and parries,
strands of hair curl down the backs of dancers,
there where palms lie, in the small near the nape,
above the slight dimple, below the heart,
there where the part is forever removed

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Her name was Melisa (That's Melissa with two esses)
Marianne (Actually, MaryAnn, capital M, Mary, no space capital A, Ann)

We all called her Eve

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Times Square Station, a Wednesday in time, 8:30 AM
So sad, no one naps on the subways nowadays.

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I wish I had underlined
all the great ideas
I'd encountered
in all the books
I read over the years

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Not Grounded (Jitterbug)

I'd like to go on record, state today that
I am not as chubby as these two shirts make it appear,
and even if I was, like my Mom used to say
She's not too fat to fly

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Not Throwaway

I asked 
the poinsettia
do you like it here,
do you want to live here 
all year round on that ledge
surrounded by the resurrected orchids?

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The year she mentioned was so long ago
that when she asked how old I'd been then,
it was easier to count up from my birth date,
but not so young that I had to count backwards

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Cracker Jack

After having taken multiple handfuls,
I am now skilled in shaking the green
container that holds the golden candy
caramel popcorn, such that the kernels
fluff-up in volume, covering my tracks

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Wings Still Young

dear dan fogelberg 

my old singing friend!

oh, how I miss you and 
the times she and I spent 
harmonizing your songs, 
you went from young
with dancing shoes to
dead and gone, so quickly,
at least in my mind

was it like that for you as well?

Love when you can
Cry when you have to
Be who you must
That's a part of the plan

you sang, promised that 
one day we'd all understand
and then suddenly you got old

at least in my mind

was it like that for you as well...

or did we all get old? 

and then you passed
off to the Netherlands

away to  captured angels

danny, we've all since gotten older

with love,
triplet brother (different mother)

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In Cerebra

I love that your room still smells of you,
as the attic did of that summer 

I can't quite discern what it is,
whether your hair, a lotion, or simply you,
it pervades the air on these warmer days,
though it's been years

I close my eyes and ride the time,
tide will take me back again, 
the well-worn aroma helps me
push to birth your memory

Once born,
I shall never
open my eyes

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