Everything Was About to Begin

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The first time I noticed
the first flowers of spring
you were there.
Standing outside a cement block bar
in Dayton, Ohio,
its venerable pissy smell
hanging rank over the heads
of those poor crocus.

We were lost in someone's neighborhood,
and didn't care.

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John T. Unger poet

I'm best known as an artist and designer. Relaxing makes me tense, so I tend to put in a lot of hours on diverse projects.

Before becoming a visual artist, I spent 15 years as a poet. I studied poetry at Interlochen Arts Academy, Naropa, Stone Circle and on the streets. I performed my work for years at Stone Circle, solo shows, poetry readings, and at Lollapalooza in 1996.

I still write poems, but only if I can make them fit the constraints ofTwitter.

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