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The Pond
You skip enough stones the pond becomes a pile of stones.
That’s the hovercraft we don’t see.
That’s the divine bannister.
The leaf pile morphs into a groundhog.
The groundhog into catastrophe.
It’s been morning all along.
We’re all pretending you don’t have a disorder.
Posted 08/08/16
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