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POEMS



Calendar
Molasses

Days
not
Weeks
how molasses
turns
from hard
amber fossil
encasing
for prehistoric
insects
to a running
trickle of
a stream
chalk lines
around fat
baked Southern
Long as one day
ran into the next
I look not at a
watch but at
a calendar and realize
I lost a day
but that
is a victory
in my march
towards
you







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