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'scape, 2014, 6*, blue, breeze, clouds, coffee, cream, curtains, doors, dress, evening, fingers, Gran Canaria, horizon, leaves, morning, open, palm tree, reading, Salinger, stopped, stucco, suddenly, summer, sun, talking to myself, taxi, terrace, time, writing
now let’s see
those same leaves on the palm frond waving
alternately like flippy fingers, same as this morning
have stopped
awhile
yes, and the
light blue rough stucco wall dividing our terrace
120 from 121 is lined cream coffee by the sun
twenty five
to nine and
the curtain
by the open door hangs slightly billowing
like the morning of the first dress of the summer
the day
I read
that Jean Miller kissed Salinger in the taxi
and continued after the sun dipped below the
cloudhorizon
suddenly
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
blue & clouds wormhole: cloud
breeze & leaves wormhole: no hat
coffee wormhole: we’re born // to die
curtains wormhole: achieving good-enough living
doors wormhole: the Buddha head in an antique shop
evening wormhole: deeper
horizon wormhole: Batman#175
morning & sun & time wormhole: corroboration
open wormhole: oh-pen too
reading wormhole: letters to Mum V – carrying on in duty and love
talking to myself wormhole: extrapolates
writing wormhole: sunny morning
mlewisredford 