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Poem: Idea Run at Arm, Number 3 


i hated not hearing from
under your hat thoughts
as the late july days
turned into this august
off and counting on
days summertime
with minutes ticking
to the Friday
which is yours
but i know how it is
or how it could be
where only wisdom
i thought the other
day about that phrase
you used-employed
months before inter-
i still disagree
don’t think the details
mix or match no flix or
lighter indeed individual
hearing the world today
late at night trying to
escape being the apple
that falls near the tree
the tall talk over
elections brought blue
eyes to burning mind

we never met the girl
that wanted to fly
the woman that didn’t
get to school her self
to rule her shelf-space
pace lace here’s hoping
you have found something
which leaves no doubt
of your own alike none
fingerprint of the soul
they are dying everyday
everywhere in every way
most of us don’t second
thought it won’t season
that hell into our
and there’s no reason two
one son or daughter
gone into the water of
this letter-poem-song
could it be that i got
something wrong
should it be that in
the end we are strangers
angel rangers i
don’t hockey yet i wanted
to wish you well or wonderful
in the hold on transition
move and make that might
be your presently mistake
or not i love the idea of
you i arm the run racing
into the end of this entrance
into the send of this e-mail.

  • Poetry edited by Phillip Levine.


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