winter light—a flick of mouse tailsin the grain drum
foggy highway—the black and white cowsonly sometimes thereSandra Simpson
rain-lashed windows …
we brew the oolong leaves
a seventh time
santa cave . . .the mechanical monkey bandof my childhood
salt lake . . .
the time it takes
the flies to find me
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