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Fresh pine and dust in the wind with a touch of flowers and sage and the faraway glimmer of Lake...
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Fresh pine
and dust in the wind
with a touch
of flowers and sage
and the faraway glimmer
of Lake Alpine.
We’ve risen above
most of everything
and all of civilization
has abandoned us.
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It must be
so lonely
to be a clock
in the middle
of the night
hanging
on the wall
steadily ticking
through the darkness
with no one
awake to ask:
What time is it?
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StoneSoupMagazine · Poetry by Julia Marcus, 13
I press my face
against the glass,
blowing circles of air
onto its cool surface.
I step back,
looking at the filmy,
blurred image that faintly ap...
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StoneSoupMagazine · Poetry by Julia Marcus, 13
Let’s see. Is there any place for an R?
Can it be inserted into FLAP or GUM or
BENCH? But no—I watch as CHART is
made, and I half-heartedly sigh...
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