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pine trees by the lakeroots unearthed by the waterbent but not broken
flitting through the aira Monarch butterfly -- no, wait --it's a Viceroy
"I still like you," he says,"but I will never forgive you.""That's fair," I say.
saltines on my platei pop the sardines open --cats at my feet
on the middle shelfbehind two cans of tunaa tin of sardines
purple discin the grass under the oakbehind the pine grove
under the willowon a wrought iron hooka lantern glows
a woman and a little boylaughing about something--highway rest stop
4:24amblack cat zooms up and down the stairs--maniacal
rivulets of sweatrace toward the bottom--ice water
growing olderweaker every day--soon, a last breath
on the lakeloons share the waterpeople in kayaks
cold morningsunny afternoonalmost autumn
avocado treefinally in direct sunlight--transplanted