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The plastic sun

We live in a shoe
box,
and we can’t get
our
minds around the
plastic sun.
 
We run a few laps,
around
the ocean’s floorboard.
We take a few steps,
and lay
silent in the clouds.
 
We dine in a sock
drawer,
and we can’t under
stand
the work of the
deviled egg.
 
We hike a few miles,
up
the golden staircase.
We read a flowerbed,
and rain
pours from the shower
head.

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