Parading

Every night I pray for hard work.

My job is to make something for you.
My job is to make something for you.
All poets wonder if the brittle on a stick is enough.
All poets wonder if the brittle on a stick is enough.
Knowing the stick contains tender green is why it doesn’t crack when flung,
Knowing the stick contains tender green is why it doesn’t crack when flung,
the crease of fox ears, —Joy Katz
the crease of fox ears,
—Joy Katz

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