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Tag Archives: harmony

dig,

dewclaw sharp.

battle song

on a harpsichord.

penetrate,

spoon and straw.

steady pulse

in hindered harmony.

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the key on my necklace
doesn’t unlock anything,
and the band on your shirt
can’t help you sing

harmony sits like flip-flops,
right between the toes.

it spreads like the soft tinkling
of a new charm bracelet’s
bright empty links

it walks the spiked tightrope
of barbed wire fences,
waiting as greener grass seed
falls from both hands
and sinks