mirth incensed
(him). how I know
is this:
the confines
of his home
were all pores.
he chapped his
own window.
children could
not look out.
there were sirens.
there was bread
(a little
to be
had)
there was intention
as remarkable
as piles of snow
July or so
as sand the way
it piles new
fact of life
allows diversion
from a dedication
you know one
when you
see one yes
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