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Tuesday, August 21, 2012

What the willow lets me know walking past it

The past is
the past. If you can’t
get past it, paste it
to the pasty place on you
that gets no sun. Yes, it’s least
noticeable there.
Not that you won’t, or you can’t,
notice it, turning your head
slightly to the side
to glimpse it
as you’re headed out
for a bite,
but you’ll be able
to pretend
the biting's a little bit
gummier.
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