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Little Salmon

Sweet little salmon, so fast and so swift; She keeps up with the others so big and so strong. Swims

Sailing ahead, salt mists our sun kissed bodies as we rest on the bow of the boat Counting and observing

What is it like to be a beautiful dancer Of ballet, of jazz, of modern dance The traditional tutus and

They are scattered Maybe all but gone now, But I wish for a hint Of them In seeing them shine,

What if your life was at the bottom of that dude’s cooler? Your eternity, that bit of liquid there; You

It’s funny if a unicorn was a thing. A thing to touch To feel; It’s funny if a rainbow’s

Sunday morning, damp bench, Deep Creek Lake State Park. Pandemic pup sits beside me, panting after her free run,

I was walking Out for the first time Since then Since, I don’t know when Feeling naked Hearing “cho mo”*

Words are lovers that never love; Oblivious to the feelings they relate; For they may seem real and “tried and

Clickity, click, click On the simple myth Clickbait, clickbait Why wait? It’s a click or no? A yes or