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Sweet Pea
Sweet pea beauty in my garden,
sweet dilemma you bring too.
Shall I clip your lovely blossoms?
Shall I save you for my stew?
© Montana Blue
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The Sound of the Sound
Consistent inconsistency
of the sea I see.
Glass-eyed walls of shattered silence
echo cold to me.
Collapsing tubes of lace meringue
frosting ribs of sand,
marinading oyster beds,
your quarry is the land.
Reaching blindly for the shoreline,
seeping deeply through,
seeking solace,
restless wand'ring
tentacles of blue.
© Montana Blue
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Divining Myself
I take the morning out,
beneath the silent tree.
Reach deeply for the moon.
My God. It's me.
To know.
To know.
Like solving snow.
© Montana Blue
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