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I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...

Thursday, May 3, 2007

Water, Machu Picchu

The bus, because I didn’t climb it,
took us up the mountain, snaking
around it & around it.
The view like
water, grew.
That must be the famous
mountain from the pictures
, I thought.

I’ve never seen green like this. It’s

so green. I never knew green.

All I could think were those thoughts,
little leaky faucet-thoughts dripping
into my head's bathroom sink.

The place was so green.
As green as
water on tree-tops; as water sometimes is.

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