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mantel holds
pig mask and stripy camel
3 generations

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generations

Geese speak of winter

on a tadpole-riddled pond;

in the mud chilled tendons stretch.

I crawl to myself each day,

cling to a narrow ledge,

the earth falls away.

She played in the coal scuttle,

taught her doll to swim,

chocolate was a nightmare..

Sunlight cleaves emerald buds,

molecules propagate through me;

a hot wind is rising.