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This Is The Beauty Of Being Alone Toward The End Of Summer: A Dozen Stray Animals Asleep On The Porch
This is the beauty of being alone toward the end of summer: a dozen stray animals asleep on the porch in the shade of my feet, and the smell of leaves burning in another neighborhood. It is late morning, and my forehead is alive with shadows, some bats rock back and forth to the rhythm of my humming, the mimosa flutters with bees. This is a house of unwritten poems, This is where I am unborn.
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