Magnum Opus

So this past Friday, I took part in the Tremont ArtWalk with E. The rain crashed down all around us as we ran from art gallery to art gallery, our umbrellas wheezing like broken birds. As we headed down Fairfield to the final few on W. 14th, the rain had slowed. The shadows were long and loped with us as we marched down the street. I twirled my half-wet umbrella like a baton and sang some songs loud and obnoxiously. Cats hung inside the windows of their homes, watching us. People hung inside their homes, trapped in their own private thoughts. Suddenly, they came to me--a series of poems so close to perfect that I may actually (after a bit of workshopping) consider them my magnum opus. Here they are, in all their glory. Please feel free to workshop.

Love

Heart
Beautiful
Pink
Unicorn
Love

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Heart

Love
Beautiful
Unicorn
Pink
Heart

* * * * * * *

Beautiful

Pink
Unicorn
Love
Heart
Beautiful

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Pink

Beautiful
Unicorn
Love
Heart
Pink

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Unicorn

Pink
Love
Beautiful
Heart
Unicorn

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