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[the world doesn't end]

      I am admiring these trees
this morning               drunk & weeping
      after a birdbath-sized martini
I do not know you                only
that I’m a hunter       & you’re a predator
      in this silent pastoral life
      incinerated woodland landscapes
& homemade torches fueled
by lighter fluid           I become an orb
      of light hovering over
the blackness            & used up acres
where are you



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