in our life

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beyond gone
   smoky pavement
   pressed charcoal
   indistinct squall

   remember the tree line
   like a fuzzy dream
                    wasted

all words, including title, from page 104 of Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane. poem #93 of the First 100 Days series, and poem #22 for National Poetry Month.
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awning

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patients
began to wonder
stayed silent
so vision
really hits
full fallen
switchboard steady
disappeared underwater

what brought you here

all words, including title, from page 103 of Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane. poem #92 of the First 100 Days series, and poem #21 for National Poetry Month.
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Hawaii

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the island out there
on the other side
sucked out air
of first line guide
watched sheets break
kept sure hand
against codes he makes
to wall off land
with one sheet of paper
sluice down it, tired, escape
what brought us here, all but dead
steadying the room, the windowsill,
the future, the bed.

all words, including title, from page 102 of Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane. poem #91 of the First 100 Days series, and poem #20 for National Poetry Month.
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said and gone

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the never-said, said
that sliding smile, gone
pretty simple
all attention back to the next line
it’s over

all words, including title, from page 101 of Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane. poem #90 of the First 100 Days series, and poem #19 for National Poetry Month.
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me, you

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eyes still
chest broken
draped over trust

eyes gone
chest tired
come over, shook

all words, including title, from page 100 of Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane. poem #89 of the First 100 Days series, and poem #18 for National Poetry Month.
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code.

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one plus three you get
a harbinger of bad luck
Six and seven equals
a state of fear
There are thirteen bread crumbs
in the head of the schizophrenic
followed by a whole lot of paper.

What’s that give you?
rudi-mentary my dear

all words, including title, from page 99 of Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane. poem #88 of the First 100 Days series, and poem #17 for National Poetry Month.
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What do you get?

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Fish grow up someday,
and let loose doubts
to get attention
many surrealists
held the sheet of paper
a bright bark
in a lightbulb

It’s all gibberish to me

all words, including title, from page 98 of Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane. poem #87 of the First 100 Days series, and poem #16 for National Poetry Month.
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