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La Traviata speaks to you subliminally
at Glimmerglass . . . while a summer breeze
directs the wind section . . .
the churlish conductor having become expert
at rewinding graphic novels
whose magic realism spins gesticulations
that levitate a group of prestidigitators
enjoying a month in the country . . .
Lakeside, naysayers badmouth
a visual cliff . . . It may have been Chaucer's
Widower's Tale . . . the pothead dialing in
your height at Stewart's . . .
his accomplices re-reading the backstory
of Joe Green Investment Strategist
who flips houses for émigrés qua enablers . . .
as the morning's comeuppance
tilts the pinball machine playing footsie
with footloose mannequins brought in
out of the rain to decompress . . . Coincidentally,
the townhouse's address . . . These are a few, yes? . . .

Corinne Winters as Violetta

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It was the lowest common denominator . . .
A safe harbor of sorts
odysseyites waiting for the right moment
ship-shape and what have you
interested parties with protein drips . . .
How did we lapse into forgetfulness? . . .
The bar set higher . . . and higher . . .
only to see it through to the next chapter
if in fact that . . . The sprockets
jammed when the games began
with return receipts requested . . .
Too much to expect a banana plantation
or a blue lagoon for that matter . . . managing the scene
as if players opened wide for the next transit strike . . .

Paolo Roversi

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You worry the pot boiling over . . .
fallen arches . . . tick-borne illnesses . . .
gingivitis . . . while
the Snellen Chart at DMV
broadcasts your password to DUIs
drying out in cursive . . .
Eyeballs eyeball you up and down
wasting time . . . waiting . . .
in the waiting line . . . with wait staff . . .
There is little chance to buy into it
with this blind date
who seems engrossed . . . and then some . . .
but what to do, yes? . . .
A minute ago a disinterested party
slipped through a portal
inadvertently left ajar by a do-gooder
who will be written up . . .
docked perhaps . . . as a one-act
in the local theater group . . .
Is it wrong to remain non-committal
at this archaeological dig
cluttered with dusty appendages . . .
to hesitate ramping-up the ho-humness
infecting the meadow? . . .
You have a full box of Crayolas
waxing philosophically . . .
somewhere . . . over the rainbow . . .