June 15 2005 One-thousand five-hundred
ninety-four
gino not ginger or ginger
weighing cat and all staunchness, say, in another poetic
long in should
inevitable enough to own
derivative a bit yanking under this humid rolling thunder
straight down rain, not even a minute and enough for smell
another painter christening
and now a cat
underworld and finally lightening
no crack, no scroll
“I think the waves are lessening”
gloss in odd cooling draft or varnish, after or after
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