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A Weekend
A weekend of the surreal
And strange teased and
Tossed by a strong warm
Wind tasting of the sea,
Strangers trying to find
Themselves through bits
Of broken conversation,
Mixed with half smiles
And grins and the taste
Of fresh coffee sipped
Under a dome of jazz,
Surprised how his father
Looked like a dried bug
At his own funeral, how a
Sister absent for twenty
Years offered to help in
Any way she could, the
Pros and cons of hardneck
Versus softneck garlic, why
Seeing auras can drive you
Crazy, the harshness of
Taxes and Harper’s suspect
Spending, suddenly soft
Humming solace from an
Ithacan Goddess experiencing
Love and peace by not becoming
What hurt her so.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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