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We sip sap as
of the rhythm of the
beak in bark.
Hey, eucalypt eyes.
Hello, belly birch.
Oh my moss.
for Kat / / / If spring had hands / they alone would dial / the rain and light. / / Some know little else, / just tempt the gentle…
Lauren P. Frost
Coffee beans know / they will be ground, to keep / others awake who cannot / live otherwise. I try not to think / about landfills, they are / …
Tonight we've emptied our garage onto the driveway & I'm thinking about Alex Chilton / I know I'm not the first one who's ever…
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What would it take for a hill to become a valley and then to become a hill again? // I’m not talking about a hill. // That was the year it finally…
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We are trying to define drought so we look it up in the dictionary. We accidentally look up drown instead. / Where we are caught it’s enough to…
If you’re looking for trouble / try just looking. When your / eyes become trouble they’ll / be every color you perceive— / an aurora of your…
Is obviously unsolved to this day. / Is a heavy blizzard subject to drought. / Is a crater in the ground launched into space. / Is the lowliest…
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