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mid-day heat
in the Buddha's open hand
a gecko sleeping
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The Morning After
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With fiery fringe
dawn
breaches the sky
melts all over, lustrous
luscious
like ice cream
apricot and orange.
We lap it up,
you from the left
I from the right,
until mouth to mouth
lip to lip . . .
a sunburst
cherry red
with sprinkles.
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