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9.vi.26
planning a
more portable life
an ant’s way in
the moss
little filching
forest framed
with rain
I decided to
swim in just this skin for it
for instance
to go with
these few thoughts
nothing scratched
country other
than this flag
and for a song
I am turning over
the leaf
of the coin
of a heart held
high
I am a moment
in the mirror
I am going now
holding the
camera still
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