on an airplane sommewhere:
a table is in the sun, antique
luis fourteen sheen, flowing plastically
with its own aged weight.
on a golfcourse somewhere:
a plaid bag is damp in the dew
precious plastic balls bouncing in a zippered
up bag.
on a bowling alley somewhere:
a dog stupidly looks for water and chases
alien finger pointers from room to room
thinking thoughts not its own.
Sunday, March 20
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