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a.m.
Too slow, left seconds slough.
Air permits a slight, low-
throated only. Night glass disallows
perfunderous balsam poplar
although the woman is not
her neighbourhood’s keeper.
She sleeps and as she sleeps
suckles the pillow’s trim.
Trees stroke themselves.
Lace drips. A limp smirr
sheets. Lime leaves prosper.
Fox: dog-cough backwards.
Some ricti exist in this world
which are not dissimilar. Late
will he stir her mood
to dream skin of him.
©2006 by AnnMarie Eldon
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