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09/15


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
Blinking
A small hotel of wind