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You
can talk about the weather,
but not here.

You can clean fingerprints from
the window and unknot your shoe laces,
but not here.

You can remove a dark sliver, cut flowers
for a clouded vase, or place mouse traps
in the water closet, but not here.

You can hide from the rain under
a maroon umbrella, wet
socks later smoldering near a
friendly fire, but not here.

You can call your parents,
drink with friends, finally
catch the one that got away,
and save the world. But not here.

You will witness division but not here.
People will hold their breath, but not here.
Hate will win, but not here.

You are alone, but not
here.

© Trapper Markelz 2020

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