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Tom Clausen
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by spontaneous consent
our subtle flirting
has played itself out-
our friendship will be all
the better for this
we work briskly
into the momentum of the day
a long list of what to do,
once all there was
was to fall in love
in the company of friends
our marriage takes on
an air of comfort
as we all attend to things
other than ourselves
it is love we all want
and all these ways
we go about getting it-
how strange in my secluded spot
a stranger finds me
pushed by the wind
at the far end of the sky
a few clouds...
I can see what I want
keeps changing too
ambivalence
I believe is what
I've come to sitting here
watching wave after wave
land itself
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