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in my dream
floating in the river
some paddling too
somewhere to get
in the wash and the wake
once wouldn’t wish in
sleep for an imperfection
dog and I are following each other
around the room
the peaceful sameness in our ways
the mild machine beside me purrs
van drives off
with the back door up
a kind of redistribution
soon the whole town knows
the sane lit day
clocks singing
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