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after

the frantic jays

mourning dove

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the soil

the tulip lifted

still perched on top

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they float

off of your sweater

red peanut skins

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the day before

the day you always

remember

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it’s right above you

so you miss it

the waxing moon

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she leads me

around the apples

to the berries

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in the scattered trash

white plastic letters

mostly vowels

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magazine covers

on the table stirring

in the breeze

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someone sleeping

in the barn let

the chickens out

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