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All In Time To Thee

I had this picture of a coin flip, of me, flipping a coin


It was a gold coin back then, in front of the fount


Where it is, where it was, no one ever saw it that


Picture of a coin flip, I flipped it twice right, once


With my left hand and once with my right and



It landed



One time it was just a photograph of two yellow


Flowers, the two most beautiful yellow flowers


In a graveyard in a foreign land it was emptiness


I can't remember anything written in the book


I can't barely remember what the cover was


I just remembered it for the first time, couldn't


Begin to say where it came from, was she there


Waiting for me this whole time in a store I think


These photographs I cannot get back bound


Between pages and pages of actual poetry


Nuances of unbelief, we sat in her dorm room


Once, with the entire manuscript and her friend


Read them out loud and I sat on the ground and


It was an awkward time back then it twas blood


I can only remember three of the four photos


A photograph of me and my dad after work


We stood back to back my head was buzzed


He tipped his hat and we both had them high


Socks on pulled up, with a pipe bomb



The two most beautiful yellow flowers in a


Graveyard beneath the summer sun



I can't remember which hand it worked with


That trick of the reflection off the gold of a coin


I can't remember what I did with it nor



Not in which way it landed

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