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Jan 2013
The inside edge of a cattle skull,
left in the middle of the desert
for as long as it took the wind
to blow soft dust through it until
it was white bone
with pulsing shadows.

The underside of a mallard’s wing – stretching
out for flight across an emerald
algae green manmade pond
behind a leaning trailer, where
a man with cancer and a beer
lives.

The inner curve of β€œClass of 1972”
carved into the cement
outside a tiny school where
an old man walks by
for the thousandth time,
wondering
RIKKI
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