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	<title>Old DMV Poetry</title>
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	<description>Poetry won't be seen until published. Suggestion: Set publication date to creation date when you go to publish it. (It'll make more sense when you click the publish button.)</description>
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		<title>Bee Balm and Cool Water</title>
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		<description>This reflex I must break -walking down the path to the spring -a sudden twingedeep, low in my belly.I place my handon the spot just above.

A scarlet patch of bee-balmblooms among the rocks.All the flowersI planted this spring,have withered, died,yet color appears herewhere there was nothingbefore.

A benediction breezestirs through the field.Red petals, curled thin,float down to the water,swirl into the current,then wash away.The season,the flowers,the water,my baby ...

gone</description>
		<dc:creator>TriOak</dc:creator>
		<category>Old DMV Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Feb 2007 20:24:51 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>7% Grade</title>
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		<description>7% grade aheadsays the sign.Even so, I am unprepared.

A little too fast over the crest,the car floats one sickening secondthen descendsdown all that steep blacktop.

I am horizon for a momentValley spread below melaid out patchwork ofabandoned grey farmhousesfallow fields, left over storesbacklit by a stray shot of winter sunshine

I fall from the horizonquietly merge into the landscapewhile a grey cloudsmudges the sun

Down into town, there are more churches,less hope.

At the ski area they are making snowas if even the weather has given up.

I stop by the farm ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>TriOak</dc:creator>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Feb 2007 16:05:02 GMT</pubDate>
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