what time she
carries miles,
for Jack-in-
a-box, a cat-
alog of phyla
out of stock
& issues
of renewed
commemorative
pop-ups —
she, herself,
in meadows
a dark forest,
what time
a sunny rock,
what time
dry brook,
cut-out books
for dolls
she scissors
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ayaladn 
I thought was good. I’d say interesting, which it was, but that would mean the doctor telling you you have two days to live. Be well. KB
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There’s a ‘ponder thought’. I’d wait for test results on Friday.
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your poetry is like your commentary: feel a need to say something but don’t know what
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no sense to me at all: ‘don’t know what’ when you write “don’t know what”
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Well, moreso the other.
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