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Let someone else do the laundry. Let someone else worry about where the next non sequitur will come from. Whether the next sack of persimmons will be sweet. Whether the avocado will be firm or darkend and mushy. Whether the words in a poem will coalesce as only the ripe can.
Whether weather will be fit for sleep.
Pyramids return and reimagine themselves in a book with an old friend
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density of dreams
coming and going
her thoughts are based on science
and an alchemy of the past
No sooner has the back door opened
than a frantic breeze beckons
It's pulling her
pulling her in all directions of color