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Mar 2020
it’s early morn and the air is barrel-shaped
with burgeoning twilight wane
and the shuffle of chickadees in the snow;
while gathering wood for the fire -
I’m surrounded by porcelain shadows
crunching underfoot like packing peanuts
made by Trappist Monks.
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
(M/USA)   
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