New house. Old chair. About to take a shower. That same old dream comes knocking. Fool’s gold. Maybe mica. Hollow in a boulder. Monk’s hood. Tiger lily. Deadly as water hemlock. Nightshade. Western rattler. Sunrise after sunrise. The valley. The morning paper. No end and no beginning. No substance. No foundation. A good supply of fuses. Ripe tomatoes. Red bell peppers. Maybe tacos. Maybe pasta. Clean white sheets and dirty windows. Not much purpose. Not much pattern. But enough.
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