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the warmth

grass   still warm where they have lain in the late afternoon             clearing crushed to the shape their bodies make curled close             with each other. it is an image I have grown old with             the panicked deer             sprung up             out of nowhere … Continue reading

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offering

& you saved it for me, knew how much I loved useless things. the design & proportion perfect, scuffed patina of loss, glossed over with continuous             worry. see what can be made of it you said another story without purpose, … Continue reading

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