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ANOTHER
DREAM OF HAVING
JUST ONE YEAR
I Iie naked on the
bed that like snow
stained glass pulls
pale lemon light
and the blue of
squished berries
blue veins thru
too thin skin
the charmer
reads as a
road map. He's
in control
pulls away like
a wisdom tooth
a tractor's yank
ing with every
thing contracted
scheduled and
planned the
time to grieve
for him is small
as a postage stamp
Each day is packed
with the smells
textures of 7
years squeezing
his white car
into snow that
rusts loudly
blurs the quiet
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