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My Mistake This Morning - April 22, 2022

was to open an eye

at blanket level

and see something

in the corn rows of fabric

stretched ahead of me

then watch my

groggy mind

run off to find it

among the tassels

and ripening ears

somewhere out there

crouched and quiet

I knew

a shy poem lurked

hiding from capture

and that I only had

till my fog lifts

before it would


down a rabbit hole


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