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| jo'b |
Grass mowed,
I fell asleep
in a chair by the well
and awoke with the sky in my eyes,
realizing as if for the first time
I'd never see her again—
one moment we were discussing
Yeats and elderberries, and the next
I was alone on a dirt road
in a nest of modified illusions,
facing the savage god of the future—
but it was only the FedEx driver
thundering past
trailing a cloud
of yellow dust.
