The going-home geese—as I was thinking about the mirror—had
only advice for the sky and the ground below as I turned off the day and turned
into a reminder of myself—the whats I wanted to have done all slipping out the
way away the colors on the coded tabs reaching but not far, not grabbing
anywhere of use, the tooth not loose enough to bind, to mind more than the
occasional gurgle—
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