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May 2013
Do you see that...over there...?
Milk legs holding hands, pigeon toed ***,
taboo *** and constructioners pounding spikes.
It’s as if...the leaves know where to blow...
It’s as if...the leaves crawl...and crawl...
Do we all see the wind blow the pages of poems the same?
Colin Carpenter
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Colin Carpenter  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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