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Friday, September 25

on time as a social construct

guessing what the grass has done
grasping at the stem below the stalks
they end with a litany of seeds
pluck is apt at this hour when
sun burried in haze before the lake
tossing rocks into sand
who will last longer than that
not a one an infinite sum

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