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Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Warm rain
nuzzles my neck
as I chain the
dog to her outside
morning time

Where are
the crib
the boots
in the closet
clicking her in place

Who works inside

Beware of travel
guard against inertia
the upside-down
King of Pentacles whispered

I will stay home
doing laundry
after my morning yoga

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