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creature of seasons gush

29 Mar

the seagulls sky loiter above the grocery store parking lot,
soaring.
no ocean needed.
no garbage dumps either,
there they are,
flying,
uncontrollable singing
in tandem with
crow bass beat booms sudden.
the wind is warm or warmer.
i take my time,
i watch some fellow humans limp along.
i play spacier music on my headphones,
magnetic fields
i want the beer i buy to last forever.
the northern industry and efficiency is done.
bathing suits soon.
this season.
this may be the one.
i already bought some light bulbs.
soon i’ll open the windows.

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