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Nov 2014
smoking a cigarette
orange
yellow light beckons me
from a treetop in winter
and the pines fill my nostrils
with an African presence
the sunburn
molten and bubbling.
finding something
smoldering
in this gray
landscape,
was like when the blue heart of
haley's comet ripped down
and stole your
presence
from the sky
Cadence Musick
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Cadence Musick
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