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Poet

 Am I a poet?

I ask this daily.

Do I see the abstract beauty under the reality surface?

Do I see blue and red making purple?

Or do I see Republicans getting along with Democrats?

Am I a poet?

I ask myself this sometimes because daily might be exhausting.

A good ending to a poem is a restless girl looking up at the night sky and seeing just that.

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