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On the porch
A juice glass sits
Full of leaf reflections
Lean your thoughts upon it
Feel the animals
A dolphin and a bat inside
Lime green, dark gleam
In their stomachs drops of sun
The moist chorus of bone
Verily put it down
That resplendent juice put it in you
Where eerily grows up a palm tree
Of rhombuses reflecting
What simple argument exists
In the structure of the palm
One moment it is vacant
A small hotel of wind