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Nov 2020
The nervous surface
puddle clipped at by a light wind
Even cupped, can't light a match
tremble membrane and an arid sulphur plume
A clench of nerves

A murmuring makes the air
and now a light rain...
neth jones
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neth jones  Montreal
(Montreal)   
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