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“The Ephemeral”

The paradigm of life

Tells us to achieve and

To own and

One thing we’re

Supposed to own

Is people — wives,

Husbands, nieces and

Florists but

Ennui and

The erratic

Flow like the Cedar Rapids

And

Nothing

Will

Smile at you

Like the one-eyed, crooked

Paraplegic lobster

On the hot,

Sweltering sidewalk who

Can only smile,

And do nothing else

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