buildings
s'all gouged tile and
kiwi cataract sky.
below: meninx long akimbo shadows
burning bees
at the summer picnic.
(fleeting rush of memorandum)
in conversation, back aganist the quassias of memory
piano wire lines through her face,
and she'd turns like nyctinasty.
back, my hands cold on the doulper
pouring ice tea for the
retarded kid;
always/other
oppurtunities
to reproduce
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