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Graveyard of the Might Have been
here lie the sadnesses of little moments—
wild blooms uncaptured
because a camera battery was empty
a story enacted in a dream
that melted when
the garbage truck clanked
and swept a load of action scenes
into plastic bagged oblivion
a tadpole sperm
swimming its brave way
to slay the dragon
marry the eggy princess
tail flailing impotent
behind a condom’s latex roadblock
© Johnmichael Simon
2013
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