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the sound of shingleThe sound of shingle. The young crow natters at a dozing gull. He stands with the bouquet at arm's length, as if it comes with him, not from him. These grapes look tired and pinched but they don't taste it. The beams of the new roof go in like a telephone doodler cross-hatching the corner of their page. The leaves we cut fall beside those that severed themselves. On the black-eyed susan a short burst of butterfly. The flow of blood. This cat never tires of trying to reach for butterflies. I recycle old p...
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