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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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