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finally home

no one’s there

but beetle

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burn pile

in a pool of rain

unburned

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it moves

from room to room

the smell of toast

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clefts of snow

tinged orange

on the mountain

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dawn

the animals in line

at the door

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the lexicon

of the bellies

of clouds

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green pebble

on the wet cement

it stops me

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setting the clock

my purpose

wanes

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wooden spoon

handle to stir

the eggs

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even here

pools of

water

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