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He put a canister in his poem, saying he had always

loved the word.  She set her paper tiger on his desk

and left. From the window of the train she saw

a strange mix of swimming pools and horse facilities.

At 1 a.m. she fell asleep wearing the Chinese handcuffs.

 

I have to confess that only sometimes am I with you.

I kneel and touch the tranquilized gorilla’s face.

The zookeeper says I have about ten more seconds.

A wailing baby articulates the petroglyphs. Ruminations.

Gesticulations and orations. Perhaps you see where I am

heading.