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Thursday
Throwing Things
The last Thursday
Of September
Breaking heavy
Like breakers on
The beach,
Splashing all
Too
close
And even some
Out of reach,
Life sometimes
Twists and turns
Like floating seaweed,
Only the mists
Knowing where
Some things end,
But there’s always
Bright lights,
Mark and John
Noodling on the
Seagull,
Lee stopping by
With all her smiles
And charm,
Yet still the
Dark side and
The grey feather
Tailed clouds
Seemed to hold
The day,
And I’ll never forget
The look on her face
As she spoke about
Taking a birthday cake
To her husband,
Only to find him
In bed with
With someone else.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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