in a place mossed over Lilith
Sternin-Crane in a blue teddy
a moment of stillness almonds
the sound of gulls again gone from
my mind the spell broken next door
still watching that show about angry
people I guess the pen rolls I
put it back it rolls away mountains sharp
slippery as serious faces lean
over balconies and argue
about justice drains overflow
we won’t know until the apostrophe
little waves of a gently rough
sea her hands finally on me
Tag: almonds
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torn piece of paper with half a list stopped short by the old tree suddenly red
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24 seconds still on the microwave I’m getting old
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talking about back in the day the acid, the crystal, the breeze through the last leaves
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just three almonds in morning light I should draw them
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more garbage trucks clash clatter fill the land with all the broken things
other animals 