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The Most Ordinary Person In The World
when you bump into her your eyes slide off his face
her mouse-brown, straight, shoulder-length hair
falls over his eyes, an opaque curtain
Who is he? you may think briefly
then suddenly remember a pressing engagement
it wasn't important anyway.
she is the man behind the checkout counter
who with lowered eyes discreetly whispers
Have a nice day, ma'am. and doesn't even
touch your hand as she gives you your nickel
and as you leave the store you
bump into him again.
By: Christina Johnson
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Admonitions
You can't just sit there sipping grape juice, no -
You can't just crunch an almond, two, and set
Your pen to paper, hoping what will flow
Will look or sound or taste like poets' get;
You have to climb the highest mountain you
Can find and stare, agape, at trees and sky
And sun and lakes and valleys, rivers too,
And paint your awe in lyric rhyme so I,
In turn, can marvel at your turns of phrase,
Your skill at pinning wind and leaves and light
To paper, where their wings (though left for days)
Still sparkle gaily: That's how you should write!
You say, but grape juice helps me think, I swear,
And almonds...what is that you're crunching there?
By: Christina Johnson
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