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Tuesday, April 4, 2017

NaPoWriMo 4-3-2017

Under trees
Now gone,
Shaking still

Disestablished leaves
Over renamed streets,


Our mumbled arguments yet over-pour
Outline and fill,

And bleed

Long-worn words and their containing fonts into the page;

Their bird flight onto
Misremembered skies.

Science once
Wore paper animal masks
Near fire.

What has never changed?

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