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liver spots
on the streets
we grew up in
duck bobbing merrily
feet fluttering in the summer air
another quaint death
sun bleeds red
through closed eyelids
can’t escape the day
injured bird
in my shoebox
**** Darwin
grumble of the semi’s
greedy gut, gobbling my ancestors
wheels turning like time
jaybird shrieking
cursing God or Gravity
- her egg still falls
“To Hell with Descartes!”
          Scream anxious knots in my back
Tangled like body and mind
-
the languid bee
sulks on parking lot weeds
soon we all will rest
-
the swatted fly bursts
      like the Big Bang
I am God
-
the flyswatter hovers  
      hesitating -  
should I play God today?
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