Poetics

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swarm of crows make an impression,

blue red white wall,

something of a butterfly’s constituency

miles and miles,

everything made along the shoreline.

waking up in a friend’s bed

who can also be a stranger

if you consider the distance

from here to Mombasa.

and the gold of elaborate bedding,

a hot room, cheap red wine & whiskey.

halfway between

recovery and leaving.

dreams of drowning in Subukia.

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