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buried under
reams of poetry
fighting for air
and reprieve.

your desire to be better
rarely makes you good
enough. how many ways
can they demand
that we untangle and
retangle the obvious-

he notices the rain stains
before he feels the drops
from the sun shower
walking across the plaza-
a moment of deliberate
contemplation.
the naming of
fleeting recognition.

the extraordinary awareness
of mingled experience,
a spike on an ekg ride
jolts him from a reverie.
life is boredom,
but there is also this

shedding light
from beneath the
snarling web.