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Don’t think us morose, but the poet wrote that day

on gazing at a leaf swirling in the river,  distracted

from his suicide attempt, precisely how I ended up in

a limestone amphitheater in my Einstein T shirt

with unwashed hair, self conscious of my footwear

Saving the $40 to tell a therapist that all is not well

in thoughts that swing from joy of giving that child

an unexpected basket to how quiet death must be

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Author: biochicklet

Scientist raised by intellectuals on poetry, theater, art, history and music in New York City. Escaped to New Mexico to nature and mysticism. Knowing that the absurdities in this life are what we must laugh at.

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