Born Late
by David Dodd Lee
A block of soap carved to look like Pan and that's just what came in the mail a volcano under those flip flops kisses spilling off the water-wheel Green becomes a stillness leftover in the late-born effluence of a decade's worth of smoke and flat beer (I can't get any air) because there was no acoustic guitar just dust scraped off an anxious moth's wings
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