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Sonnet to Myself

I collect rubber bands, phone my sister
when I can, rinse and recycle sandwich bags,
keep the thermostat set at sixty-five.
 
I mouth the words of popular songs,
drum with my thumbs the hybrid's wheel.
My dreams are about lost teeth and exams.
 
I will not burst upon the scene or streak
across the sky. I will never wow or thrill.
I will not become a god or an angel.
 
When I was a boy, I lay down in the grass
and saw in the clouds not clowns or spittoons,
not dragons on the waves of an upside-down sea -
 
only this and this and this and this.
When gone, I will not be missed.
 

Owen McLeod
  
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