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with fresh sight
i can see
the subtle curve of the mason jar
the refracted light on the counter top
the plants at the window in their particular shapes
the vivid blue of the aquarium fish
and the new one, the snail, plodding its way
i can see
the pizza boxes still half full from the night before
my sea shells bound in bright red rope, and hanging
my passport and tarot cards wrapped together
my Bali batique and my factory sarong
and the way summer's end
brings sunsets purple and new.
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