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Jan 2018
the wicked queen of morning
greets you with
clutching shore

little pebbles in the stream
rob red rubies
from dead fish bellies

on a rock
there are some feathers
a broken beak
crunched bones

your attention is cut
with the dead kiss
of a woodpecker

you are bound
to relive the death
of thousands of forests
bound to kiss
the stream’s mojo
laughter

listenβ€”
the stream is still asleep
its floor is falling through
the weight of its slumber

nothing can contain it
King Panda
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King Panda  27/Denver, CO
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