20.4.20
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Monday riff
and the house still
pizza
socks now where?
bee bleating to
flower
come bright
aubade
time’s
recommencement
or is it
firstliness, by God?
the tracky daks
me, the creaking
in accidental chords
a kookaburra startup
computer waking too
which bins out?
how we west the
valley
way to shed is
wintery
piano waits
guitars hang
I come from a far
and placeless hum
a spider waits out
the light
senryu
every piano
has a toy at the top
where few hands ever
go
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