Category: Poetry
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the breeze tasted like a chain-link fence
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like a verdant archipelago
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The wavelength of red. The lineage of honeycrisp
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Matte Meyer lemon, dimple-skinned orange Bulbous
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silver marching, a promenade of paper plates.
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The psychic tells me I’ve lived many lives on many planets.
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cloistered landing in walled reserves
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the anxiety of moments that chased us here
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every hue of green reminds me/like placid drop of memory
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All those years of trouble and toil
