Pat Nolan

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Hand in Hand
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At the end of a cloud
clotted day the sun
makes an appearance
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that lone BBQ rib
no one would eat
an offering to the gods
until tomorrow when
it's someone's breakfast
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symmetry in language
balance in the soul
the amorphous shimmering
indefinable self
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the road disappears
in puddles of light
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