THE COURTSHIP OF WINDS

Tom Schmidt​

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Elect

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That one with both feet

missing; and this one,

rickets, evidently;

and him, both eyes

milky blanks;

and her, for sure,

pretty smile

shot away; 

all four in the jeep

under the canvas, 

now

let’s 

go. 

 

Later, the intern, 

fresh-faced from UC something,

bumping along, shouted 

Why 

save 

these?

 

Why indeed?

She glanced back at the 

pillar of dust rising from  

the rutted road

and whispered, so 

He could not hear: 

So 

there,

God.

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A Marriage

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In a closet someone

Tossed two frisbees with 

Slightly different diameters.

Inevitable, I suppose, that

Thrown together by circumstance,

Their hollow fronts would join, 

Neat but useless,

Peripheries tight, 

Centers ever separated 

By the stale air 

Trapped between.

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