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| An elk
bone found clean and dry. Found hiking. Carried home. A tall vase, empty of flowers, washed of stems’ murky residue. A cobalt blue glass vase. Sunbeams. A picture window. White bed sheets on a clothesline, snapping. Afternoon light spread all the way out. An open door. Sand under- foot. Bare, dry sand where there used to be slime, where a sponge once lay. Yes, I’ve changed. I did warn them. |
