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Saturday, October 23, 2010

Sense

Mid-morning,
I stood in moonlight.
Time withered, shrank, froze.

Moths in amber,
inverted bottles.

The deep green odor of cut grass,
a chlorophyl smell, slippery sap,
blade cuttings gather’d at the tops,
of my shoes.

Vinegar, and sea.

. . . erudition tumbles
tradition perils
execution marvels,

. . . a future heralds.


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