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Lights turned on around you.

Now everyone has his eye.

You mind wearing a shirt?

I grasped for an order.

The painting was all blocks.

You’re so good to me.

She asked him about stages.

It wasn’t worth the trouble.

I ran into the store.

I left home, only later.

Police measured the streets.

Rooftops checkered the winsome night.

Outside the courthouse, they cried.

Light spiraled over the water.

from Ethical ConsciousnessFind more by Paul Killebrew at the library

Copyright © 2013 Paul Killebrew
Used with the permission of Canarium Books.

Published in Paul Killebrew Poems

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