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WASTE
BASKET
Will
it hold the thick drips of a harpsichord?
Place
it upon the sill, a wicker bowl.
The
air steers round. This is a
plain bad dole.
A
wire nest even the moon won’t put its flakes in.
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(For full text see
the Kindle ebook The
Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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