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May 2010
was in a sound
like gunfire &
apparently was
something that
approximated a
fireworks show
when, while he
was meditating
one person was
talking, about
ice cream, and
that was over,
because it was
an earlier          event
when pineapple
is recollected
as bittersweet
rings in sugar
sentiment in a
glass bowl who
was stored, in
this morning &
before, in the
cupboard & at    that
time, the dish
which is daily
and ordinary        was
praised for an
acquaintance           so
very familiar.
Free poem by Christopher Everson - 1999
Kongsaeng Chris Everson
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