the proposal

the woman says no,

the fish examines his hand,

the mask laughs,

and the eye is sad.

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sandhill river

river no larger than a stream,

lost in the hills,

hoping to grow,

and battle the sand.

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the angel

the angel,

with the same hairdo as the president,

trapped in the painting,

yelling to get out.

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watercolor

watercolor river,

the scene familiar,

life a loop,

played,

over and over.

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dancing bears

dancing bears,

and anthems from on high,

joyous the moment,

smile the days on by.

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gentle cold

the old barn,

wrapped in snow,

a gentle blanket of white,

keeping the memories alive.

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house wife

house wife,

trapped in a dream,

or maybe,

just hanging clothes.

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