Periphery of yellow weed, absent-minded artist
swiping at mountain. Bitten brush. Weighted seine
nets falling beneath the long ago water.
Mourning distance, plate shards. Forgotten
answers. Still I peer into history. Travel
layered cake. Fingers curled under
into perfect fists.
james@mail.postmanllc.net
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