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PASSING

Her naked skin
Mottled with lime
Leaf shadows

The lichen still moist
Far from summer sight
Less, least, a lease
Of season passing

Pass the seasoning

One egg
Not beaten
Broken in two

A bottomless bowl
Always open
So never
Full

Of love
Full of life
I let go.
Written by whale
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