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| Collage by Neci Monahan. |
Scattered Me
The puddles follow
they lead the way
shiny bowls full of
juicy sky sing me
one of the songs of
Zion plays in my head
the rain left town then
left me a stack
of poems to scatter I
watch my black Dansk clogs
step in Spring yellow
Palo Verde sluff that
snuggles the curbs
in a strange land
the parking lot of
the day job.
CM
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