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July-ish-ness

Melted cloud anger
Seething on the tennis court
and practicing the
Way of the Clenched Fist

You're right.
You're always always right.

I'd have to fly like that gull up there,
a speck against that cloud
Far enough away to win in
silent thoughts of moons at night
Unbroken by the harsh righteous victory

July 7, 2011
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