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Monday
pouring down the sink
a glass of coke
the beetle drowned in bliss.
last night's camp,
the rectangle of bent grasses
slowly reach up.
last night's camp,
a feather from my sleeping bag
waves goodbye.
last night's camp,
where I fumbled in the dark,
so simple now.
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