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Poetry


Made-Up Words
Joan Payne Kincaid

 

We're off to find random
mutations
to pass the time
living with tsunamis
and searching for names
of the missing
you seem to see a séance
about dusk
when fractals arrive
disguised as bulbs
from Holland and make
opportunistic selections.

 

 

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