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Tiny Lumpy Poems

Far from fashion
these poems I stumble into
like acorns, or hidden ferns,
or mysterious misshapen treasures
deep in the pinesoft forest,
beautiful lumpy too large or top-heavy
glazed an odd shade off-tune
or stuffed with too many vowels
beloved doddering mongrel poems
not sleek images for a screen not shiny
not products for a shelf not
curated collected arranged not
Anthropologie or Instagram worthy
these bundles of words twig-sharp edges
of punctuation carried on my back
packed by my own hands tied on like a
warm coat keeping company for the long journey
reminding me to clap for this my tiny superpower
to write down what flows past

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