I haven't been posting because I haven't been writing poems. Enough said. But I did work on this poem earlier this week. Brown Corduroy, seared surface of well-done beef, skins of russet potatoes, upholstery of old sofas and cars, nutshells, chocolate bars, certain parts of darting bodies of flickers and chickadees, fifteen feet of tree trunk, patchwork of dirt and dry grass, slats of our privacy fence.
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