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Nov 2022
What is this space
Is this one side
and this the other
I can't tell
What is "up" here
tho "down" is
this direction

Were we born
on a mountain
of time

Projected on
falling melt
and today
runoff
from a slight
warming

I cascade better
with cocoa
coffee
and sweet
cream
to down here
this desk
with its
Sun slivers
strewn
on fallen
papers
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
(Oh)   
65
     Ken Pepiton and Mike Adam
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