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lumps in my throat
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Revolving
Put feet down and
through the screen.
Stuck with glass doors
and storm windows
we'll let the seasons adjust.
Expect six inches,
enough to flood and float
our now jumbled
human condition
caught deep indoors.
Speak sun light and
cast this drought
downstream.
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