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May 2013
melting into mush
the ice cream cone
a party hat
crushed

ants
begin to gather
small black sprinkles or bugs?

how quickly the treat is forgotten
abandoned for scavengers
and the shoes of passer-byers
to oblivious to change their path
sierra
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sierra
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