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After Pink Moon Aubade
A shifting where corporeal things right themselves. The
funicular dominance of sunrise over buildings bores
into other peoples’ kitchens. Already, levity, bodily forms
treated by slumber, party fingers tremble whispered
fortitude. Source an urgent, out-of-reach power still
channeling across flesh. Raise a figure through layers of
window. Watch as the neighbor washes a dish in the sun
I could write a list & overnight all my obligations would lift
How I arranged the tulips, maximized for the collective, leaves
stems, petal all just to reach the light.
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