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For Spring

My prayer is to live
by this returning moment:
anger recognizes itself,
lays itself down
in a fresh bed
of cold soil,
gives itself back
to the original longing.
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The Ballad of Old Man Bruggers

When Old Man Bruggers lost his mind
we lost utopia.
It started with his crazy war
on fecophobia.

At first he ventured subtle hints
to folks he saw in town
like "Funny how we spread manure,
but flush our dookies down!"

Beneath his breath, he muttered things
about the flow …
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