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Insurance, Roll (2 poems, maybe a minute and a half, then thirty seconds)

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Insurance

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Someone’s game

Since what’s insured

What’s assured

The people

Whom I deal with

Are human

They are kind

As well as enthused

And

Yes

They’re selling something

We sell lots of things

Not always cordially

Especially when

Necessity’s involved

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These are

Community people

We live in the same town

We buy and sell

Sometimes

Maybe often

From each other

We live here

Don’t we live here

A modern age

That has split generations

Hasn’t split everything

Between us

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Not that a moral’s needed

Some would say

No doubt

Leave out

But

Maybe

There’s some insurance

In that human sameness

For our differences

Maybe

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(my car was totaled and I’m inheriting my brother’s car, dealing with all that)

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Roll

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I rock

Without a chair

Just rock back and forth

While seated

(wherever)

Works out my lower back

A little

Plus it encourages distraction

While sometimes

Reflection

I close my eyes while moving

Think of nothing

In particular

And listen

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Photo by Emily Grace Corley on Unsplash

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