Relative Something

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nice and easy
just a little at a time
knowing what’s next
blue ice in a glass
a discounting glance
an echoing laugh
hours that pass
with endless dismay
cross-eyed inspection
yet nothing to say

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wandering
farther and farther away
from
that place
of comfort and familiarity
suddenly
it dawns on me
and I realize
I’ve been out all night

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for ten years
dark secrets
work tirelessly
hiding out
in plain view
to do whatever it is
we don’t want to know
up or down
we hear
but we don’t listen
always eager
to notice
the next new and shiny
that quietly demands
attention
away

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it’s all right there
in plain view
relatively little
balanced on a dime
steeped in the essence
of a bear of little brain
on any given day
Winnie-the-Pooh
doesn’t know what to do
and the rest of us
analyze
long words like
anthropomorphize
only to wake up
and feel
like [the voice
that defines] Eeyore
sounds

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