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Border town meant
one thing; we were
caught up good in
the middle of
something dangerous;
and understanding
was at
the very least
a hundred miles
away in either
direction.
All I remember
is wanting
to tell you that
when you sat down
and got up again
your butt crack
made an unexpected
appearance.
Like a bright
moon that wasn’t
there a moment
ago. You’re not
sad about the
fact just surprised.
I’m not complaining.
I just want
to do my duty
as your witness
and,well, your
sometimes friend. Man,
that is some white,
white sand! Okay,
okay, you can’t
expect me not
to notice. Plus
I’m no good at
pretending.I’m
just saying,whoa.
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52|250 A Year of Flash 
LOL, very light and funny poem. Great job!
Surprising, and very real. Nice!
very mysterious – understanding, a hundred miles away in either direction, that is when you first had me hooked. loved this | maitre d’
hilarious
leaves me smiling, who can’t when butt crack shows up in the middle of a poem? peace…
that is the first poetic treatment of the subject I have ever…encountered, hehe. whoa!
A different style for you, lighter and humorous. I like the smooth touch, the subject matter and pared down words.
this was hysterical and very clever. rarely have i seen a poem this funny, if at all.
*snort*
Perhaps it’s funnier because I thought you were going some place heavy, especially with “understanding//was at/the very least/a hundred miles//away in either/direction.”
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