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Random Poem:

a focused state
unknown

aligning the squares of papers
 1
in little perfect piles
 2
of one and two, three, and four,
 3
not five, it doesn't get along
 4
placing the poker chips
 5
red white white white red blue
 6
he sits and with a furrowed brow
 7
works diligently until
 8
he sees it through
 9
reaching into the box
 10
a chubby little hand
 11
fingers bent at odd angles shake
 12
a shriek unexpected erupts
 13
poker chips have gotten ascue
 14
sending them in a windfall of clatter
 15
red white and blue circles
 16
are thoroughly scattered
 17
the rocking begins and
 18
he will not be consoled
 19
he was so close to
 20
making them just right
 21
his lovely pattern of
 22
red white white red blue
 23
now was in chaos and thus
 24
he was in a state
 25
one indeed begets the other
 26
I could feel his frustration
 27
climbing like an old wooden roller coaster
 28
click click click higher and higher
 29
I moved very slowly to not alert him
 30
slipping the cushion between
 31
the floor and his head
 32
pleased with my timing
 33
as the familiar hated sound
 34
began right at that moment
 35
his head hitting the floor
 36
over and over it literally
 37
hurt to listen to it
 38
"Yes, yes I see... it is ruined,I will sit with you awhile longer.
 39
I will wait while you put them in your order.
 40
We have time, and I am sure you remember how they go.
 41
Was it red white red blue blue? I forget……."
 42
Head stops banging on the green cushion on linoleum
 43
eyes open and with no more than a single blink
 44
tears are gone and he is again...in a focused state
 45
red white white white red blue
 46
red white white white red blue
 47
"I will put them straight.
 48
red white white white red blue."
 49
slowly fingers open and shaking
 50
he begins again as this
 51
is what we do
 52
"I think you're doing a really great job,
 53
I like the white white white."
 54
He looks at me as though
 55
he is looking right through to something so
 56
much more interesting
 57
then softly and matter of fact says,
 58
"yes white is friends with three,
 59
they get along so nicely."
 60
"oh," I said
 61
"that makes a lot of sense."
 62
and it did
 63
I smiled wondering what five had done
 64
as he didn't get along with anyone
 65

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