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A Small Autumn Landscape On last evening’s walk through a picture of town careful to keep to harrowed strokes mindful of losing our way in unresolved scumble we had a brush with skinning paint how else to explain morning coat sleeves laden as a honeybee’s legs Sixth past Main a good chunk of Fourth defaced in a leisurely smear constellation of city lights bled into wet pavement. You broadcast a hand toward a break in the clouds tatting the rim of the moon your pillow beaded with creamy light a few luminous grains still clinging to your face.
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Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 7:10 AM UTC
A Small Autumn Still Life
A Small Autumn Landscape On last evening’s walk through a picture of town careful to keep to harrowed strokes mindful of losing our way in unresolved scumble we had a brush with skinning paint how else to explain morning coat sleeves laden as a honeybee’s legs Sixth past Main a good chunk of Fourth defaced in a leisurely smear constellation of city lights bled into wet pavement. You broadcast a hand toward a break in the clouds tatting the rim of the moon your pillow beaded with creamy light a few luminous grains still clinging to your face.
dave-hardin
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Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 7:10 AM UTC
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