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sue on the hills looks for lychnis, pennycress, & ran some off the road, I’d backup from flatland, kickstart in my hand, & haul ‘er out; ‘what’s a jack?’ I holler

the marsh I quote, ‘ties ice black ice,’ my habit to surround it, ‘they’re 3 6 ft ahead we lag behind,’ the dr folds 9 documents, I pocket 1, the train is late, the depot full of cats

they’re 3 years long, beyond there calling, I’m goin’ out, to hear ‘m theirs

the date o’ that a spool & cairn there, that character, & land alee

as bookmar t’hence, no time > fallow, & now as then lie reeds & glens