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August
All right, Doris, it's a perfect dusk
for a walk. I've never seen
such a fuzzed mushroom. A few
yards ahead, I've never known one
to show so much gill.
Doris, your profile is dreadful
in the violet light. Leave beauty
to the newts, and these dozen
waterbugs, wrestling
with their own versions
of bridges and dams.
The clouds look
like shovelfuls of dirt.
I'm so exhausted, it's as if
I did that landscaping.
No, Doris, not from anything
in particular: just being
here, and I know you know
what I mean.
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