Note left on the hallway bathroom door of a gracious old California office building.

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Recorded Reading (0:48): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/zv0mzum5uoq2k46slcg1i/Space-Cadet.mp3?rlkey=fkrs0uft5flj8fd0xvn3basvi&dl=0

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Space Cadet

In this life I am created
To a poet be
Meaning I must go about
Absentmindedly

Seeing always just beyond
Moments as they seem
Ever seeking, reaching for
Humanity’s next dream

In terms of daily, hourly
Mundane matters practical
I’m not paying sufficient
Attention sometimes at all

I will duplicate it ~ soon ~
If, hearkening to my plea,
Some kind soul will please return,
One more time, my bathroom key!

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Until removal of the stalker/targeter/vandal/arsonist following her allows her to approach any landlord ~ even for a private parking space ~ and to begin once again to create professional connections and to rebuild her life, this poet presently lives homeless and at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level ~ still working to contribute to her society, however, seven days a week.

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