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There are worldwide, catastrophic storms
When earth’s network
Of weather-control satellites
Is sabotaged by unknown enemies.

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This eucalyptus,
with its elliptical leaves

dangling, light and dry
as an abandoned chrysalis,

with its modest bunches
of pale pink flowers

and languid pose,
is my unattainable ideal.

Mother

I want to get
to the managed care
evening,
where the future appears
to stream directly
into the past . . .

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Take this cup away from me
with its hints

of ammonia and dill,
oak or corrosion.

Who knows, really?

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