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thick on my tongue

the cream

from the lid

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she says

let’s play

where’s the frog

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along the chain link fence

webs sagging

with dew

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from the treeless

sky a whirling

seed pod

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the winter fly

he can go

where he pleases

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above

the freezing fog

Venus in the east

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lost here in

the valley of farms

an ocean breeze

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the black sunflowers

fallen to

the wet flagstones

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