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Patrick Sweeney

Storm at the boathouse...
the toilet level
rises and falls




my nail fungi
in their prime




In the sunny garden
daughter waters
her shadow




Moonless night:
crushing an earwig
with my crutch



some say yes
some say no
cosmos in the rain




Neighbor's windchimes
up through the taste
of my cigarette




Scent of honeysuckle...
coming in on the song
too early

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