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Thursday, July 5, 2007

POCKET MEMO

count
backward
to count at all
spread the
evening out
past,
- past
the linen
table cloth
- line it mathematically
born again
the mutable
bubble,
crisp truth
in
white
kitchen
light
knifes
the hock
and bursts
open
the black
wing
of starling, grackle
& crow.
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