Cicada in the near distance,
in the far distance, in
the differentials,
glimmer's number,
pond
shimmer, scum, pollen, smallest
thrush, a bull frog, and I'm
occasionally coughing, bulldozer
a few properties away
tearing the earth a new one all
over again, and
crickets, of
course, I can hear the horse shudder,
insects passing my ear, cars
on the curve, rusty hinge
of bird in the field, cricket
frogs again, . . . once they
opened a door and I
walked in. It
seemed simple.
still
does
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