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May 2014
I don’t like the smell of rain

but the dust pushed out of place into

the floating space between dirt and mud

is nostalgia to my nose the way

a candle is different lit and not

and when it’s gone

when I have to buy a new one

the name on the side’s smudged

I can’t find the light switches
Michael McLean
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Michael McLean  Ontario
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