‘Presidents Are Not Kings’ – Judge Tanya Chutkan
and if they were, they'd be gone before dusk
the urge to fantasize about regicide sleeps deep inside of us
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A place to gather words before they get lost.
‘Presidents Are Not Kings’ – Judge Tanya Chutkan
and if they were, they'd be gone before dusk
the urge to fantasize about regicide sleeps deep inside of us
for #mastoprompt with Word Art: https://wordart.com/moi8flimzbsj/word-art
Sometimes, it's the steepest climb, the inevitable rhyme, the perfect time, to arrive
Wake up, listening: An avian orchestra sings to us at dawn
for Algot
I held the book:
a place; hurrying through harbor lanes with furtive windows
I hastened, sheltered, a glimpse;
one had seen me, still, a blank laugh echoed
what worlds in that strange volume -
the unseen feet, padding
I'll take fate of the Earth for five hundred, he offered, and knew in the moment of the answer being asked that the question was already in jeopardy
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In the society of kids, clandestine, and operational, the secrets we shared were always of upmost importance, and always out of earshot of any adults worth noticing
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That boy ran circles around Mister Wilson and all the others on the brittle printed pages of Sunday morning comic strips - that boy, the energetic, ever-impulsive menace known as Dennis
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When I am circumference, the circular outline of the person I think I need to be,
you become my radius, the shortest line from the center of myself, to me
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We are here, atop sun-baked bricks and mortar materials of the moment, in which we have scaled such troubles, but found a hatch, inside the pyramid, the hidden door to labyrinthine design
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Two-wheeled, we were, using feet as engines -
Road riders - and did I forget to mention?
We never asked permission, we just kept on rolling
Sometimes, the road takes you to the place you were always going
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