By Bruno Talerico
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Here’s to the dreamers,the wanderers,the seekers of solace,traversing landscapes of hostility,Even as the world turns its back,as walls rise higher,gates grow fortified,barbed wire sharpens.In their eyes, is the flicker of hope,stubborn flame refusing to die.They are the waiters, the caregivers,building, harvesting,weaving dreams in the night.They know the taste of sacrifice.They dance in the rain of…
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Coyote howls,smiling faces, rocket launchesor irradium flaresspice up dark desert skies.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 102/365.
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From misty warmpink and yellowcottony dreamsI awaken like a rock.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 101/365.
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Enveloped by yellow warmthnourished by JW Blueand pulled pork tacosfriends reappear andnew comrades emerge.Outside the blinking neon says“No Blinkies”© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 100/365.
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If Butterflies like butterand Horseflies like horsesthen the Deer flies biting meare misnamed.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 99/365.
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Tomorrow dreams of yesterday.Yesterday plans for tomorrow.Today is stuck in the middle with you.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 98/365.
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Jumping to his own conclusions,the anarchist, based on bitsof misinformation vigorouslyand dramatically disturbs the peacefor the rest of us fascists.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 97/365.
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Soft flickering fluttering cloudsof small purple mothsmigrate and settlelike a blanket over the garden pond.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 96/365.
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Poetry stops at the poetry spot,Whitman spilling tales of myth and romance.Pages scattered across the cosmos.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 95/365.
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red sky at morningsunrise over mountain peakanother cycle© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 94/365.
Desert Dweller 