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still life i.

still life i.

line up the long grasses


keep still / even


in a thin still line


on a shallow surface


trace a shadow that's bound / to move


of a slender stem 


thin wrist / begin together


forget they were in colour 


in our muted evening light


let that light move too 


still life / i am moved 


touched by a scratch 


instilled in a trace

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