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New work. New day. New world. No? Just let me focus on the greenery now. The fullness of summer trees. Grasses.
New-mown, juicy green, foot-calming Grass to roll in like a colt. Sprinklers all Hissing, pulsing. A summer in the East.
Warm brackish bay waters. Mosquitos. Fearful in fire-land, how I am dreaming. Attention. I am packing. Not weeping.
The next fire may be coming tomorrow. Now. Gather yourself. Focus. Presence. So what can I take to eternity? Galoshes?
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