If It Isn’t One Thing, It’s Another

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By the time the others arrived,
we had burned out.

And then we were the others.

Those formerly known
as the others
smothered us
with belles lettres
and left us for dead
in the desert.

Dessert followed,
a delectable spread.

But in the distance, a sandstorm
was coming to a head,
and with our bellies
so full of sugar,
we just couldn’t outrun it.

-r. miller

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