a fisherman
miscellaneous time kept, unkept
and clustered. it’s a lot of the things untouched
that I keep in this now dust-filled apartment.
how many unknown memories
burnt under this night sky like dollar bills?
I lost my abacus by the river.
soon I must learn to swim again.
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I was really drawn into this.
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