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I asked for a poem
by Pauli Dutton

when the words come
I hurl them back

wait for something lofty
I tell myself image rich

peace waltzing roses
rhyming couplets

what I get is
war dirt and free verse

a civilized
woman with an image

peeled layer by layer
like an onion

that stinks bring tears
inedible raw

toss in garbage
chunks for a roast or stew

take too long
for instant indulgence

where are my flowers?





 

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