looming season
i've done good things on those days
spinning the wheel
overfilled notebooks
five painted mallards in a row
but still
i've obsessing
compressing and sidestepping now
the paper can hold no longer
no more and now
the pigment pulls off
with the fibre
the nightmare mitigating disaster
i've found her
ready
for a long languid steep
a run of the windmill
looming season
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