orgami's Diaryland Diary

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Boogers

happy work
pay day
roll down the hill the swift
grade to town
houses and banks of brick and
stone the trees and poles
and chrome and paint

all the lake waits across the view
where the islands are quiet and
empty of humans

some mystery remains in our city
there are no fences not blown up
discarded car and life spaces
a tidy town still wild when the
sun goes down

and the hills the escarpment the
low wet lands where the lake used
to be in glacial days slips up
from shore and crawls beneath
the malls and subdivisions

our valley of skies to our southeast
our heady little hills along the
rock rounded escarpment

happy rain
maybe decent dreams

10:02 p.m. - 2012-05-03

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