The Pickup Skater
His passes—those on-ice / em dashes—as silky or fit-to-be-tied as jaunty cravats
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We Knew What Was Coming
We knew what was / Coming—the outburst / Of green
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Observed and Observing, That’s Him
From his vantage, he has a bird’s eye view / and he can see they are doing their best / to ignore the dark sky
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Spirit at Summer’s End
At any given moment / something rare and exact / will have happened here
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