rinse
rinse curve vase chip
water
draw it along dust
fence
and crack wa-da-da wa-da-da
slat echo till
sundown heavy globe
bing bing streetlight
spoke tensing
orange green leaves
trail slush red
white incandescent
flash missing spring
ball limbs and hare
whisk you plunging wave
start last year? a
line upstream translational
cup over yeah he’s
the real golden guy
batter! and just
hangs like
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