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May 2018
new oranges wait
unpeeled
in an open basket

his mother
moves
in the half-light

fingers working
-small reflections
in the early hours

morning shadows
caught
like words
between us
PelicanDeath
Written by
PelicanDeath  Utah
(Utah)   
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