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Freed, Wild, Strong, and Clean

Freed, Wild, Strong, and Clean
They’re saying now that you ain’t true.
Heard while I was going full speed
that you got some new gasoline
that’s got you running hot and lean.
Well in my heart I always knew
that I’d go far too far for you.
I go faster’n anyone needs.
I don’t care when I break and bleed.
I’m tougher’n anyone you’ve seen.
So when you hear folks say we’re through,
you can know, too, that I feel freed, wild, strong, and clean.

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Recurrent

Recurrent
Upon the beach there lies a rainbow foam
white, at first, then with opalescent shine:
a shimmering hue in the dazzling sun
whose bubbles in their iridescent domes
display, like love, attractive and subtle signs
for brief and beautiful whiles, then are done—
burst like a primer when touched by the gun.
Now the beach grows cold; the gloaming glows gold,
while new waves that roll reflect stars of old—
and, again, the foam’s hues shimmer and run.