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closer than you think
one gets
used to a scarcity
it spreads
here’s the
last leaf
I say salad
gulp for
air
clutch at
belongings
not enough
grease to turn the wheels
no tiger
for the tank
I kid myself
where the
joke runs cold
turn on the
tap
for the
fairy dust
one has to
love hoof made paths
the dew
falls for a fact
books when
there was only one
someone
else had to read
dole
temperatures out
till
something like warm
or breeze
to other end the year
like a sun
forgetting first thing
sky lost to
rain
mnemonic
for what?
track ends
then here we are
so quietly
and listen, eyes shut
who’s that
in the garden then?
time is the
telling thing
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