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"untitled" (for Maureen)
the goldfinch thought
they could hide in them
while they enjoyed eating
their seeds
i watched them as if
a sundial telling
time again
again and again
and they clocked
me moving at less
than warp speed as
i watered everything
not just them but
the laborious fruits
that labored in a sun
the same sun
that
after
which
they were named
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