From on high, urban
structures kneel to the crushing
sky, brick versus steel.

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Season of rebirth
wrung wet with rain ritual
in nurturing ground.

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Greet. Ask. Listen. Ask.
Nod. Repeat. Ask. Inquire.
Listen. Pause. Listen.

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Everything becomes
fodder for the select few
willing to share it.

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I can’t take a joke
or a compliment. Either
way, it’s attention.

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Preparation is
an illusion. What comes our
way, we face and guess.

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Down the line, sirens
scream the news. “Death is coming,
death is coming!” Rats.

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We storm the city
like old friends, new explorers,
drinking in the mead.

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Form 1040, where
each number added becomes
less in our pockets.

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Snapped. Watch band ceases
to function, though watch face moves
ever onward round.

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A rush of drowsy
zombies infiltrate the nerve
center of awake.

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Our roots are in the
global classroom, to teach those
who have much to learn.

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A to B to C
needs a who to see that they
should be a linked we.

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The boring monster
slayed the villagers with an
apt non sequitur.

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“How was your day?” “I
talked to an online squirrel.”
(pause) “Did he talk back?”

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