in my nose old bookscent a torn bag of evening song longs for cool my life somehow still here
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for which the system of blood tunnels valves and such was built though it does get loud on a summer evening after a few
Friday evening showing the fly another way
summer evening
the old dog slowly digs
the earth
evening cool:
the dog finds
his favorite bone
summer evening years ago the poem I wrote to her clavicle
unable to sync our infinite aches the evening ends