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House Sitting

Memories are burn marks on a wood bar...

each life so precious, so pointless

grappling that duality with western logic

dissolving that duality through Zen

Watching bird white bellies in the southern sky

from someone else’s bed

a slow rising winter sun

many aloe plants in the house of the burnt foot

a tongue, a mouth

a holy land of her hips

belly of golden wheat

galaxy of spiraling moods and celestial attitudes

A cat silhouette on window

notes, books

and typewriters

third floor toilet flush

water runs through pipes in a house on Smith Hill

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