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teeter

just before the appointment when you were unaware that there was an appointment that the arms of the clock were lining up in a specific arbitrary configuration you were gazing through a butterfly at the blue rag of sky or … Continue reading

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Lament for a Pillar of Salt

They tell me your garden is overgrown by burdock thistle and wild mustard, and if there is no rain even weeds will wither there. I have no time to look: I hoe my own garden rows, carry buckets all day … Continue reading

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keyhole

somebody must have found the little album of snaps one print per page photos taken that summer so long ago flip through past pixillated sun-stained scenes from an afternoon so slender he so young she that beard before they before … Continue reading

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