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From: Heart's Cupboard.
the mink weaved
paths through snow
I weigh the wages and laugh mourning
madness fumes gone fish lost
it's too late she bought her own darkness
in TVs' anesthetized air
so small and vase perfect
gifts unopened words unsaid
leg in each of my four traps in the
culvert that carries water into the pond
glaring snarling kindness bottoms out
the hammer raised the sun past its prime
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