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EVE TRIP

 

 

lady carrying

dish looking for spot to put

little shine on things

 

fingers tucking in

edges each window open

all across the land

 

adjusting the hang

of the camisole wild beast

lurking in darkness

 

watching two women

in silk pantaloons copy

the veins of a leaf

 

crowds in black roaming

the hills to spoon smoke rising

out the volcano

 

a tough man takes seat

in corner with his eye out

for success at last

 

relating story

of the fish accurately

opens wooden door

 

amidst the living

dead bamboo stands old master

dangling from the wall

 

coverlet of white

butterflies carved in niches

on the rock mountain

 

red flower growing

from a cloud into pale blue

shining projectile