live lines snipped by the wind
fall sparking among
slugs plotting sidewalk chalk lines
feeling like midgets washing microscope windows
tying shoes with dental floss
removing the fingers from between grizzly teeth
scenes from the crash of one world into another,
from one biology into the
hat-trick fidgets of a generation
waiting for the reality of life to appear
while its already here and shivering
Monday, September 26
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