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5 November 2006 | Vol. 6, No. 3


The language of the daisy isn't dead

but one hundred seeds in a pack

are dormant in their dry dark, some

dirt and water all you'll need

to be their divinity. And mine, a kind

at least, shopping in the blue

light caterwaul of this store designed

not to hide a thing: overhead

ducts rattle