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Twenty five years, scrubs blue
Drops of blood on running shoes
Determined movement with shoulders wide
Strength behind glasses, pride
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Fumes of spent love drift,
as keys turn in their place.
The door locks,
and the black car pulls away,
as does the heart.
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Skin-toned canvas pulls on metal poles.
Latches squeak;
against wind they hold.
Material from heat and sun is shielding,
except where there live holes.
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Straining, as does the weave of two,
this canvas stretching
this couple too,
amongst palms,
yellow plates and many shoes,
lined along the entry wall.
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The wind to rest, so as to relieve the tension,
relax the canvas.
The wind to slow, not pull the latches.
Given is a chance to catch a breath,
inhale strength and as I do, rest.
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Prepared for the next storm
are tarp and myself.
Winds stir; latches tighten.
Another ache, my muscles brace.
The black car pulls away,
as does the heart.
Mary Jane's Shoes 