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wallpaper: the sun lingers
only just, on the back of a squirrel
drinking dew, everything else
is fog fog fog

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scene: she tugs at her grandfather’s
polythene skin, which wants to take
all plastic, but has no more body
cut to: his ashes floating into gunshots
while bulletproof butterflies flutter

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prompt: the same attitudes wear new butterflies
to tell you— imagine if grass stiffened when dew
rolled down, how fast and thick the clouds would be
and how quickly the pond will fill up

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morphology: the shape of commas
like tadpoles, full-stops that grew tails
smudged by a wet touch
phonology: as you go into the mouth
the roundness reduces, like rocks
pebbled in riverbeds, soaps touched
over and over again

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haiku: with a snakelike gait
rain pierces the lilypad
nervous frogs watch by

frequently asked question: to a faraway brook
ask the pain of two drops
refusing to let go

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did you know: the petiole
is the slender stalk by which the leaf
is attached to the storm around it?
what a dark and narrow path
we come out of and how hauntingly
similar the journey back?

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statistics: at dusk the mother chicken
does not return with all her children
(eagle 25% wildcat 25% civet 25%
human 25%) and the dried yellow
drumstick leaves are swept away
by the wind-broom of stepmother nature

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soundscape: the dog fight in the hills
comes to us in winds
panorama: our eyes are citizen
wherever the leaf falls

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reality show: a mynah descends on a branch
dislodging a barely-held leaf that makes
a squirrel running on the roof pause to wait
and watch the swirling leaf be caught back

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theory: every falling leaf is a sigh
a part of autumn’s broken blanket

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climate change: the men have rolled up
the deserts, the women have gathered
Antarctica in cubes

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archive footage: when the caveman entered
there were poppies— he had a three-battery torch
he could hunt an antelope with, he had a memory
of the cavewoman blushing like rocks’ red-gold
patches preparing bed for pioneer mushrooms

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documentary: virgin mary and infant jesus
carved in radishes in oaxaca, mexico.

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definition: transmutation is a snake slithering
to your feet, molting and becoming an anklet
is a krishna bee come to butter-loot radha jasmine
but making love instead
hypothesis: the law of nature is leaning—
the bee on the flower on the hill on the sky

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how-to: it is easier to keep track of the sun
if you saw it rise in the morning, once it
coughs on your shoulder, let it dry
under the eaves where the sky is on the grass
paper-weighted by a sparrow’s dirge

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do it yourself: to make a sparrow’s grave
you’ll need a lack of direction, an alchemy
of a sneeze’s atlas on a glass surface

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obituary: it is raining—
only the elders of the desert chant
when it’s raining

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zen: felt like a million birds crying in the tree
turns out a single bird singing a million songs

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nat geo compilation: in the trees
there’s a decade in that one note
the koel likes to hold, its eyes red
like sun-worn lobster shells, held
as white-throats drop anchovies
like punctuation, like leaves falling
in alliteration, of an army of ants
on mango leaves, of half-eaten papayas
tumbling down after a band on monkeys
and leaf miners tracing labyrinths
of unknown countries and eagles flapping
once to prove gravity, twice to prove life

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personality quiz: if we could
like salmons, return to spawn
to be mayfly and jellyfish together

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