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New mornings
With callouses and
Dirty shoes.

Cuffs green and brown
On white khakis.

New mornings.

Not-here Man

A smile in his stumble
A sideways stitch
A far-away-ness in
The blue of his crippled walk.

A morning is just a morning
When getting out of bed
Is a matter of physics.

Love

In her seat
Sits impossible.
And beside her
Never ever.

And in rationality
I chose another life
Yet still long for one
With that possibility.