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Clenching moon in its teeth,
tide-slick,
salt-thick,
cedar.
Blue-spill
s t a i n s;
palm pools with room.
Still shivers—
tea pales in porcelain on pine.My last line is your first. The Monday to Friday Poet, Alma M., Marissa M. Zhu, Jozef Cain, Jonathan Potter
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like a ribbon of starlight
caught
on barbed wire—
cinnamon coyote
slinking through sage
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