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Beaver Meadow
Poems
Oct 2023
October 1, 2023
At Volta Lake
we've left the stench
of human love
on breeze and bench
(me and my sweet
sour saucy *****)
where faces up
the mountain man
who's natively
American,
and not, in fact,
an Indian.
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Beaver Meadow
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