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Sunday, June 19

Ruined Sunday ~(a 160)

Bright sunshine morning

Sigh

My smile anticipates

Waiting on our love

With plans

So well planned

Ruined by your call

Sorry forgot

It’s father’s day

See you tomorrow!

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As selfish as love can be…

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One’s-Self I sing, a simple separate person,

Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse.

Of physiology from top to toe I sing,

Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse, I say the Form complete is worthier far,

The Female equally with the Male I sing.

Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power,

Cheerful, for freest action form’d under the laws divine,

The Modern Man I sing.

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W. Whitman Leaves of Grass

Absence

I have scarcely left you
When you go in me, crystalline,
Or trembling,
Or uneasy, wounded by me
Or overwhelmed with love, as
when your eyes
Close upon the gift of life
That without cease I give you.

My love,
We have found each other
Thirsty and we have
Drunk up all the water and the
Blood,
We found each other
Hungry
And we bit each other
As fire bites,
Leaving wounds in us.

But wait for me,
Keep for me your sweetness.
I will give you too
A rose.

Pablo Neruda(1904-1973 / Parral / Chile)

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Sunday, June 19

Ruined Sunday ~(a 160)