Perhaps today
we’re on the same page maybe
the same article maybe
the same picture or
two hanging in the air
every word
free as houdini come
read the headlines
forget the trivial trap
flapping in the breeze like
plastic wrap I see
grapenuts and blueberries
lemon rinds on the table
in the distance green
tea and honey it
makes me want to
pick up the telephone
good news
is hard to find
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