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A Lost World

(x = space)

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A Lost World

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I took my .22,

Shot at paper targets

I wasn’t very good

There were

I’m sure

Excuses

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I could not shoot Bambi

There are those who could

And use the food

At home or to give

To other,

Hungry people

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A bullet from a distance

What might Cain

Have devised?

With such Indiscretion

And the safety off,

He might have gone

After Seth

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Then where would we be

For progeny

With only wives surviving, were

They out of range?

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They might retrieve

The guns

Then learn to shoot for life,

Maybe instructed by

An angel

Out of Eden

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An imagined state

Doomed,

We’d think

Excepting life to find a way

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C L Couch

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Suspect nabbed in stray bullet slaying of 1-year-old Brooklyn boy sitting in stroller last summer

The accused shooter in last summer’s horrific stray bullet shooting of a 1-year-old boy outside a Brooklyn playground was charged Thursday in the devastating death that shocked a pandemic-stricken city and rattled Mayor de Blasio.

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https://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/nyc-crime/ny-suspect-arrested-stray-bullet-brooklyn-baby-stroller-slay-20210506-nbuzgsa3xzcivdlo7t7jbwzohu-story.html

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Photo by Omkar Jadhav on Unsplash

Bullet Marks [jallianwala bagh], Gali Number 7, Ramanand Bagh, Katra Ahluwalia, Amritsar, Punjab, India

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The Lost World by Arthur Conan Doyle, then by Michael Crichton

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Random

Random

Now

The town that has a gal,
According to Glenn Miller’s band

Has lost that trust in wrecked
Romance; the “sweetest gal”
No longer waits in Kalamazoo,
Does she?

And does he want to explain
Himself? The driver who took
Fares when bouts of shooting
Anyone was done

Silently, she now attends
In another state of place,
Gated from harm

 

 
(random shootings in Kalamazoo,
one killer who worked taxi-like)

Love of Pi

Love of Pi

pi it is
point
beyond
safe, solvable numbers in
equations
this would go on, transcendence
merging grammar and calculation, design of bridges, and love-
songs ellipses
all our science and art that
we can rely on become
something like God
random in beauty without end

(3.14159265359 and on)

 
with thanks for inspiration from What the Woman Wrote—Annie
herself responding to a number-sequenced poem-prompt

https://whatthewomanwrote.wordpress.com/2016/02/05/consumed/
https://whatthewomanwrote.wordpress.com/

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