TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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21 May 2008
Lacy half-slip flutters on the line its half-slipped shadow waving from tall buzzing grass. Transparent blackbirds call; two identical sets of notes bounce back and forth across the lawn. A red admiral pursues its winged twin, its dancing other, itself, the future of a species. Music drifts from the house with purpose, the great ash trembling its countless branches. Everything rubs against what is in close proximity: Neighbor, lover, friend, and enemy. Call against call, shadow against blade, leaf against void; what emptiness? Where is it, this self- erected monument to what was dissected from all and one?
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