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Patricia May Neiderer

fifty prints

i think time stop or is standing still
so still that you can’t see the whisker move
as the sun kisses upon your sill
maybe paw prints will design the floor
once again this might be a hard pill
to swallow with bucket in hand
scrubbing as you go up hill
replaying time over and over
as you begin to build a mill
not sure where this is going
with a large cup to fill

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i weave the butterfly hairs into your looks and they look like feathers blowing in the airs with no one to read the book the tongue stopped by time
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letter play

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as if the razor couldn’t cut or the rose had no smell, but your nose was dripping and a tissue was not in reach of the umbrella that
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ay

the bray is gay in may sway will be okay display the tray play today pay and replay
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As the last note is played and you consider the stalks that are being beaten down outside your window and ponder the image in the mirror
lemon drop

the skin of the fruit peels the silver wrapper off of the kiss, as i place in your mouth —the melting seeds
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the weight of it

the twist of the arm the braking of ones bones the ripping of flesh as you tear away the barbed wire the crushing of ribs as you breat…



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