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laboring sun

laboring sun

Preface
When you turn round to see mud, footprints and leaves from fall, the rain makes perfect sense before tasting parch’ment.

burnt orange turns my fingers to
pumpkin bones half submerged
in a brown crow’s skull

ever shifting the flickering distance
expanded and contracting with
effortless intensity




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