like summer melon
hit by a part
from a washing machine
yes seeds but no
seeds to bean
the oils from
I run olive
oil all in my glasses
make it so I only see in sleep
wedge of bread
masks the crow
a clown you know
fat white nose
pecked once
and dropped
from yonder pine
your smashing legs
uncrossed
god your dropping foot
evens the ground
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