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Little Black Squirrel frozen to the ground I’d see on my way to work when you weren’t covered with snow. So now I’m supposed to explode syntax? For a week you looked perfectly resting, minky, burying your secret so the grass would tell it in spring. So now I allude to a Renaissance painting? Bodies in motion tend to stay in motion then not. A trace of magnesium, gold, rot in the haunts of chance but you are still locked in myth, your twitchy-tailed gods offering leaves for your nest, cellophane, then stabbing you from the wire. So now we address mitigating social forces? I didn’t improve matters much trying to pry you up for the trash. Sometimes feeling goes so far then quits, the green goes brown at the tip or you turn back before reaching the sea, it’s late and you want to wash your car. Sometimes pressures creates translucence, usually a squashed mess. I forgot about you in your preservation until daffodils have nosed you aside. 20 ...

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