Images led
their channeled winds
through a canal
of birthrights
body.
Another’s crude fingerprint
On the first to go
Becoming smaller
Bruised leaves
fungi
The particular
contractions.
Park paths.
The yellow
slicker
Others for ourselves
*
The cobbled street ran along a canal
A man was going into one
Of the yellow buildings
He hung up his raincoat
Sat down at the chair by the door
And peeled off his galoshes
He had passed no one on the street
And the office was empty
There was a coffee machine down the hall
*
Call it hazing
Or a military’s gauntlet
No joke.
The 1st Instance
Entirely undivided
Before you pull apart
Sugared cinnamon
Fried dough
Loose change
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