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Love Song To A Dollar Store Pen

I am in love with this early morning dance we dance together
you and me, black pen and sleepy person
while candles flicker against dark windows,
windows brushed with snow, or rain, or soft summer.
Cat’s purr sets the back-beat as
we begin our ordinary rhythm
warming up, shuffling
through the comfort of familiar steps
knowing that any moment an idea–
a symphony or a single trumpet
or a pair of flirting eyes across
a crowded dance floor
could sweep us into a new story.
And here we go again
Writing it all down,
before the other dances take the day.

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