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Aug 2019
All the China plates got used for pepper water
Soft grass tufts ripped from ground like broken thunder
You step into air conditioning and start shivering
You step into new pharmaceuticals and wonder who you are anymore
Wonder about the score of the game, no chance to remember
The outcome is an ember that will surely burn out
Like as a kid catching trout, cutthroat, brook, brown
Those rooster tail trebble types of sounds, 1/8th ounce
You get low, observe, wait, pounce, spider spinning silk sideways
Moon clocks in bug light cicada screaming
She brings the insect song to life, with her cold reflected photons
Step outside in the early morning and dance to the grasshopper music
Patrick Kennon
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Patrick Kennon  33/M/x
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