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Apr 13
Blue sky
crisscrossed

with
chemtrails

the first butterfly
of the season

and a lawnmower
gasping

for that last
bit of gas

point

you ask

point is something
usually lead

and almost always
on the end of a pencil
An absurdist word painting
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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