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Monday, July 17, 2017

Experimentations

Ocean, liquid tinfoil:
woolgray skies.

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Among napkins,
pill bottles, silverware,
and unpaid bills
in torn-open envelopes,
observe the miscreancy
of the waking mind.

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Coffeepsalms.
Silver selah
of summer rain.

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Collecting randomalia
into grist for gratitude.

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Evening walk
to the café:
sparkling water,
cashier smiling,
glad to receive
payment in quarters.

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Build wordshrines
against the glare and shout,
against the ruckus and rush.

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Stalled, stilled,
the mind abides
here, how, now.

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