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| Ouroboros |
summer begins again each time I bite into the ripe flesh of a purple plum, each sniff of its scent as I carry it from the indent in the grass where it landed high up from the neighbor's tree. Cradled in my palm, cupped in my hand, carried to the faucet |
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| swears the misfortune | barry ma feet into the sand! | 070703 |
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| tail-devouring snake | fruit, heat, long days | 160604 |
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| flowerock. |
The fog comes in waves and make the trees into rain clouds. The tourists come in waves with money and traffic jams. I miss the cicadas in the desert. |
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| birdmad |
The blinding sun, Convection current breeze |
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