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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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