Tag: poem
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The End of Something Beautiful
It is the end of something beautiful. Mai Tais on a patio overlooking the sunset of the way things are supposed to be. . It is the end of something so safe. The trajectory made with graphs and data about how this generation will surpass the last. . It is the end of something familiar.…
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Quebecois
Grand-mere wishes I was more genteel like the cobblestone streets and galleries in the Catholic quartier of a prescribed bourgeoise life. Even her father, the Quebecois, built me a horse to ride away toward the adventues on new horizons life offers each day. When he met her mother he was going west to pick apples…
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She just walked away
We’ve done this all before, often with me leaving in sunglasses and a twisted mouth desperate to hold back tears in public. And today she went without a hug or any fanfare. She just walked down the corridor to the departing plane, not even stopping to look back. In all the 50 times we’ve done…