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Diminutive Mensch Meiosis
  bullet   One Meiosis, Two   bullet   Assimilation   bullet   Ecclesiastical Time
  bullet   Alone   bullet   By Design   bullet   Frigid
  bullet   Yellow Boxes   bullet   Deny   bullet   Trace
  bullet   Too Much?   bullet   Two Apples   bullet   -------
by toni


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One Meiosis, Two 
Trust?
Trust.
Trust?
Trust!

Love?
Love.
Love?
Love!

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Assimilation
The British came to teach 
the wild American how to dance.
Instead of teaching us the Minuet
we taught them the ‘Funky Chicken.’

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Ecclesiastical Time
If so it is to dust we shall return
then what is change to vanity but vain?
To see a time of change is moot at best.

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Alone
Alone,
none savor
pleasures
of our caring:
Together,
one flavor
nurtures
all our sharing.

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By Design
A delicate flower
wilting 
stretches the limits of its stems
reaching
for your light to bring both food and death
forfeits 
the cool peace inside provided shade
needing
photosynthesis to live
trusting 
your design of nature’s cycle to cease
wilting
a delicate flower. 

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Frigid
Frigidity is not in and of itself cold.
Contrary to vernacular use
it is hot with the anger of abuse.

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Yellow Boxes
At dusk you share the depth of richer hues.
Your dawn gives us freedom’s fresh pastels.
Then you slap us with a mid-day scour
from your same fixed star that blinds 
our sighted ones who must now admit
their little store bought ‘yellow boxes’
never had crayons like yours.

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Deny
Deny yourself the pleasure of our smiles.
Deny yourself  the treasure of our love.
Measure not your own distrust of self 
by measuring mine.

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Trace
That solitary teardrop
surfaced to the light
then brought to your face as a 
mere trace of your emotions
was all I needed to know:
You are Man.

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Too  Much?
Molten Rock had too much heat
followed by too much cold;
flamed the same way as our affair.
Can we reverse the process
or was it just lust?      

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Two Apples
Two apples, 
sauce to stately core, 
are common pro- and con. in choice.
No scholar knows 
If choice summons question,
Question mandates choice;
All know the end of the matter.

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