Jesse Swedlund

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You stand at the trailhead, a new trip to depart,
And the trees seem to march to the beat of your wild heart
Down a winding trail, a river, stream, or shore,
You wonder what lies behind this adventure's door.
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He is the bearded man,
Made of myth and legend.
With tools of ax and saw and brawn,
He labors the reverse of dusk to dawn.
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</>Our friendship began on a field of green,
As rivals we met, with a clash, a bang,
A tampoline and pool, just livin’ the dream,
Summer turned us into a two‐ man gang,
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Suppose you had two pairs of shoes,
One wet, one dry, you must choose.
The wet shoes get wet and wet they'll stay,
The dry shoes stay dry, all through the day.
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The earth is the last painting this artist
Will stroke, with a tender flick of my wrist
She comes to life. Each day humanity
Strays further away; Christianity
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</>I walk into the meeting and sit down,
Trying not to be seen.
I feel ashamed to be here,
But I know I have a problem.
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</>A bubble floats,
Will pass on by,
The cows and goats
Begin to cry.
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Another wing down the chute,
Walking home and found some loot,
Epic times here and now,
Sometimes I just dropp trou’.
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Oh Wisco, your roots run deep,
For you I used to shout and leap.
But no more will I cheer for you,
Because this weekend it's all NU.
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The silence of the room
Is apparent.
I listen deeper.
Fingers give birth to soft clicks.
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My focus
Is blurred.
My perception
Lacks depth.
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Pleasure and desire
Fire the gun for hire
Happiness and joy
Reapers of well-sown soy
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Take solace in the fact that there are many people with Jesse separation anxiety, you're not alone.

Just know, that when the journey's ended,
and the horses have all come in,
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Hello love,

A poem for you:
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I haven't been this sad for a while.
It's the kind of sad that feels like you swallowed a penny.
Like my body is slowly becoming metallic from the deepest inner part.
Like a playground bully is sitting on my chest.
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