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Abrasion evaded

turned out to be the cancer that swept away my life last year
and the summer that never returned. I do remember evenings
at the pond, the pond that reminded me of the book
about the pond. The mosquitos seemed to infect you
with their anger. It was a summer out of a photograph
and lit our way home or some semblance of it. Just when
I started to think I’d understood my life charlatans took the evening’s
best dance. Oh do you remember how glorious they were?
Now that unbroken dusk sustains me wrapped in hospital cotton.
I’m a self made morgue and feel like somebody’s deft and simple hand
has eased away my wrinkles. Trap a salmon and smoke it in the yard for me
this spring or treat a child to a smile and I promise

you’ll never regret again.