Parading

all raw astonishment, Eve rubbing

trying to clear itself. —Linda Pastan:
her eyes awake that first morning,
her eyes awake that first morning,
the sun coming up
the sun coming up
like an ingénue in the east?
like an ingénue in the east?
You grind the coffee
You grind the coffee
with the small roar of a mind
with the small roar of a mind
trying to clear itself. —Linda Pastan:
trying to clear itself.
—Linda Pastan:

atoms

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