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Tranquilized A bottle is no place to observe the beginning of Spring. The brown glass distorts. Its curved surface makes the long climb out impossible. A forsythia's mustard cascade fades in alcoholic haze. Jacob's ladder swings just beyond my reach. This bottle-neck is too narrow for my groping hand. I drown in the brown nectar of where I am. |
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