the air feels full of florid messages
from the future
every black pebble I gather whispers
reminders for later
how easily your attention slips away
--a dancer in the crowd
multiplying me with mute mystery
until I exist
for you might say the book is complete
but I have a feeling
I'll still imagine there are places inside
where I can color it
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Pic: Max and Huck ready at the treat jar. We used to try to get them to ring the bell for service, but that didn't take.
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