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tidepool
I stir in
more salt
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a handful of stones, 4/21/2011
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tidepool
I stir in
more salt
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a handful of stones, 4/21/2011
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full moon
once again I forget
to look up
city haze obscures the moon uncertain dogs barking
moon caught in the trees
the neighbors gather
to watch it escape
milk and the moon stirred into our tea
clean plates
the conversation
drifts to the moon
the moon adds layers soon he’ll be convinced I’m right
sleepless night
the sheets as white
as the moon
July’s full moon the fan blows away its heat
full moon
behind me in the mirror
such whiteness