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I have to fill the swimming pool today,
I say the same mistake three times
on this cold day, high of minus twelve.
I mean rink.
The last-clinging leaf
always dies at the bottom
of this clear miniature lake.
Fence reflections ripple
in a distorted wav
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from The Wind is a Tall Man Striding
watershedBooks
2000
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