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Rumors, a brief poem


Rumors


They tightened up words that were leaking

through the square and it made the quietest sound

all the way back to my place lifted in case of flood

the stars were on my counter top and the moon was

in the sink but not a single thing did I hear of what

the occupation spread and rose in a strong current

all the talk became old news or a more shocking

aftermath to make them fear touch on it again

the days began to sit still and settle in soon after

so that living here was part of mine too.









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