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Untitled 2 (2/25/11)

August 15, 2011

elated, reposed to still
paint-by numbers glancing waterfall
with a bear looking over its shoulder-
that sense of foreboding carries over you

we’re both locked in where one’d say
freedom, shouting defiantly over mountains,
and others’d say this vista’s gone

like the rest, you prattle on
smile on too tightly,
like a shoe that’s starting to hurt your feet in places

but you carry on, everyone does
now all the way through the clearing by the central trees-

i still don’t know whose salmon is swimming,
but at least i’m on the outside,
my outlines only by light

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