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the
struggle for crumb is work of a mouse
the
crocodile lies in wait
watch
your feet
or
learn to fly
we
polish the hubcaps here –
a
casino!
luck
is trying us
Alice
met a chicken-sized gnat
the
conversation went like this
nice
to fail if only if
treetop,
cloud and still
echo
of shed dog
barking
daylight
out of
season
the
downpour chill
moon
for a sliver set east
you
couldn’t have dreamt this up
kept
on
guess
a way
by
hoof, by cloven paw
thought
it might have been another day
was
hot on the trail of some heavenly body
and so
you find me
at a
languish
if not
one thing then
I have
been that mouse
whisker
and crumb
a
tunnel through moons of cheese
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