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she rubs

my temple with

her cilantro stained thumb

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tricks the eye

the red hen in her

wood chip dust bath

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the fat flies

of late May

harass you

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the gnats weave around

barely discernible

rain drops

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the green minarets

that will be

our garlic

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we fool

the flies

with stone soup

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warm May rain

odd lichen appears

on the gravel

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the cats forget

they finished off

the snakes

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