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the peaches

are gone our

neighbors argue

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old photo album

I show up

in your life

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these clouds

so rich and gray

come too early

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where the cinder block

juts from the blackberries

a cat sits

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that lead

in your veins comes

from the future

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on the blue plate

almonds curing

for weeks

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most of what

we say winds up

in the spider webs

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like Meatyard

without the children

in masks

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where others

have slept beaten

down grasses

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still waiting after

the heat and smoke

apples

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