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For today's prompt, write a quit doing what you're doing poem.  This could be about something you need to quit doing or that someone or something else should quit doing. 

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I am all over the map
I am the westerly wind and the I-80 traffic jam
I am the Great Pacific Garbage Patch
and the pages of The Portable Neitszche
left on the city bench,
fluttering in the westerly wind
that stirs irradiated cherry blossoms
and lifts them up, twirling

I am my next good piece of news
and seven memoried stairwells at once
I am the rain of bullets
and the creaking pews
and the iridescent glop sticking to sandpipers wings

I have got to stop this
I have got to focus
and return at least to three locations

Past, present, future
Only one is worth a damn
but which?