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I stand at the edge of the water naked as a newborn. Tiny ripples lick my toes.
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I recognized the smile. It was a “I’ve got you where I want you now,” smile.
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All carcinoma/
would be hors d’oeuvres/
for its dark appetite.
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The leaves/
seek reunion with the ground//
and leave the oak tree naked/
in December’s cold.
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