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May 2019
Another Image
A silver lake of fog
rests by the ten oaks.

Smoke shivers too,
thin as a wafer.

Against the clouds
is a mirage of small birds.

Massless morning,
scalloped rain,

long as Sunday,
old as poison.
Evan Stephens
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Evan Stephens  44/M/DC
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