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Some days, the light

Today’s date is/“ornamental/until 

ripe”/pear/to stare at/and arrange/what’s rushing past/all the day’s/windows/and take one/off the wall/a piece of mirror/I picked up/is a portal/obviously/when grass becomes visible/in the middle/of the ocean/you recognize/the difference/“the fragment,/then, somehow makes that whole/visible/or comprehensible”/it’s difficult/not to bite the thing/you’ve been waiting/for/what seems like weeks/for its edges/to soften/enough to blur/locations/juicily

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photo by Merik Goma

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