How my day begins…

I still find myself among thistles

Wormwood in the vodka

Last night’s dream burning

In the grate—outside

Schoolchildren walk

Bundled against the rain

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The sea horse’s coordinates—

Only map worth sketching

\With this chewed pencil

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Count on me

Says the pea-stalk horse

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Birches clouds books

 

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