originality repeated
a conceit innocent of conceit
maybe i twisted my ankle
tomorrow i will write something reportable
remark upon weather
observations both surface true and deep real
we are not our parents
wait until the curtain calls
tonight again a bike to nowhere
climb back on the horse
worth celebrating and stepping back from
the mirror also gets a say
sleeping with the window wide
warm enough for a full moon
clouds too dark to mind
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