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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