Pet Rich Ore

(Dedicated to chemotherapy) Steal the scent of aftermath, Of rivers, ponds, waterfalls, of Mangled limp leaves, blown Around. Fog, water’s mystical state Lifted the ground up by noon Do the arithmetic: What’s left outside after a storm? Rain leaves its distinct message: More precisely, less understood Oily ascension from the earth Reaches to encounter rising […]

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