July 12

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Alone in this hotel room
any city could be outside

the muffled lives next door
could be anyone’s lives

the forecast says maybe
a tornado tonight

flooding in the lowlands
even this fails to rouse me

from the crisply-made bed
I am just waiting for a word

my heart laying open
a palm outstretched

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