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An Afternoon Moon
Somewhere outside of Philadelphia,
there is a small island in a pond shaped like a boomerang.
When I tilt my chin to the heavens,
I wonder which foolish god
threw it to this barren part of earth?
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Hidden in plain sight
It’s almost as if I am a lost object
Hidden in plain sight
No matter how hard you look
It’s never found.
People see right past me
Like I am never there
Just an empty shadow
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ballerina in a music box
anxiety goes tick-tick-tick
in the monochrome metronome of clockwork clicking
yet the key keeps turning, turning, turning,
'till creaking cogs are fit to crack