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smoke

fills

the cattle car

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fires turn

the dusk

green

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where our hips

touch I feel

something in your pocket

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your blackberry

scratches stained

purple

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in the shade

a dog who has trouble

standing

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the hum of sprinklers

rotten apples

on the ground

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what’s wrong

with the only sunflower

in bloom

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barely discernible

honey tracked by

insect feet

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where the iron

pole loosens concrete

riot of weeds

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