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we are in pieces (ghazal)

we are in pieces, we have so doggone many parts to us
the rubber bands kaput that held our sweethearts to us

our feet go marching one way, our songs just the opposite
the map runs off, it scurries back, it feints and darts to us

oh don’t feel bad you missed things - there wasn’t much to miss
this skittery new campaign recalls the old ramparts to us

faces to the sky we navigate free but still disjointed
learning from babes who bring the undiscovered arts to us

our card tables in the sunshine, we squint and shuffle and hope
there comes a rebellious wind and flips the ace of hearts to us
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