Roberta Beach Jacobson

USA

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many

have imaginary friends

poets

have imaginary

rainbow dragonflies

 

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the job

is hers if she accepts

she

hesitates as her true passion

is musical theatre

 

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strawberries

from the garden

seeds

found hidden

on the outside

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behind

alias, screen name

chop

who am I really she ponders

when asked for an autograph

 

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against the odds

the first snowflakes fly

only

a 20 percent chance

a one-in-five win for me

 

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rain puddle

we slip into the unfamiliar

a reservoir

within our minds labeled seniors only

one without an escape

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