Poem for Saturday
There were rings -
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a sort of idea - placed on the scalp a liniment against burning -
You've got your head in the clouds - you are standing on the earth - you are floating atop your body - a balloon tied to a pole beating itself against the weather -
Gold-colored sign posts holding red-colored signs -
Not stop signs though -
There is a calmness in the tight feeling across your headband - the metal inside metal inside leather inside an old store room in a prison -
this is not an execution per se -
Not not one either -
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