Thursday, August 22, 2013

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Iron weeds. How did those get there, blooming, already? Is it really late enough for iron weeds to bloom? How did the light grow so long so fast? The dogs were just shedding and now geese form deep Vs in the fog. The last fireflies float ephemeral. Another dirty towel, another empty mug, pile up, spill over, boil over the cook pot, the filthy stove, the unopened mail. My soul is tender, blistered and sore. Less ill fitting shoes, more running blind.

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