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If you rubbed the leaves


Faint leaf tint on thumb



Tang of river & basement 



The children in rows at desks


Inhaling green liquid in tiny glasses



The wind in this field        everlasting



Crow disappears into cirrocumulus


Thrust like gun shot with silencer


Bounces from wall to wall


Oven mitt in kitchen in twister



Washing has made the ink stain pale        unreduced in size










Wildflowers & raspberries        I fill one hand


With them        offer it to my taster



Who is nude & hopped up on hallucinogens



Legally blind my neighbor thrashes the hedges


With a cane        shredding them into packing material



The wind in this field        uninteresting secrets