I thought I’d do a few writing exercises. I wrote these two little poetry seeds

   Here, skinny blonde chicks wear blue
   jeans, ironed muscle shirts
   and shake yoga-defined booty

and

   Two boys explode from a just
   parked car. In the ditch
   a willowy branch becomes

   an unwieldy sword in a war fought
   and long decided before
   their parents unfold and resume control.

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