I think about the world:
a hummingbird’s heart
Its structure
so wickedly tender
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Tag: jeannine marie pitas
suns as yellow as ours
gleaming suns
from lives like matches
atrocious explosions
scattering ashes
like bright corollas
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Because these times are fresh paint, fresh wax, fresh garlic. These times are new grass in the same wasteland where every spring new grass grows.
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