the orange ball arcs perfectly into the orange hoop
making a sound like a drawer closing
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yesterday at the Oakland zoo
I was walking alone for a moment
past the enclosure holding the sun bear
also known as beruang madu
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Even though
every morning
I remember
I'm so glad
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In Milwaukee it is snowing
on the golden statue
of the 1970s television star
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In Wichita Kansas my friends ordered square burgers
with mysterious holes leaking a delicious substance
that would fuel us in all sorts of necessary beautiful ways
...
these days
sometimes you sleep
in a purple t-shirt
that says Massachusetts
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strange coin I would call bronze
on what feels like earth's last morning
I stand in the kitchen just holding
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I like the word pocket. It sounds a little safely
dangerous. Like knowing you once
bought a headlamp in case the lights go out
in a catastrophe. You will put it on your head
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Friends, what is beauty? Right now for me these paper replicas
I glanced at in a book I did not buy. Paper Toys of the World. I hardly
think of anyone but myself. For a little while right now
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