COYOTE BLOOD
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Another Stupid Little Poem
I left
again
I'm leaving
after the weekend.
Fly across country
and
sip wine
while collecting dimes.
Fool other fools
read poetry
on bar stools
and then fly back.
No home
no heart
nowhere to finish
nowhere to start.
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