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Friday, March 24, 2017

“Here”


Raise my hand-Why
would I point to myself
up high?
That is an outdoor activity-
cloud seeding and closing in on where
parchment persists.
Not spoken to, only @
A step back, none needed
knowing any more than No.
Tell me again what Confucius said-
To air is human.


 Painting By Paul Louis Martin des Amoignes (1858–1925) (Bonhams) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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