paul m.
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Wednesday's
letter
& thyme
sprig
sealed
with the last
stretch of tape
final half-
inch not
sticky
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all
bio-
logy
fat
snow-
flakes
stick
to the
sill
no
children
bro-
thers
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in the pocket
of my suit
a half-sandwich
in a plastic bag
(air squeezed out
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wind
whisked
leaves
some
of
the(m
en)
truly
home-
less
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