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The Way Things Are

Or, the pavement's all crushed earthworm.
A disheveled limb's fallen on your street.
Not, somehow, toppling telephone cables.
I could have seen things differently--
As a classical economist, say,
The man in the corner shop
Weighing his life in coffee beans.
I would have considered every cost,
But I am not one for such calculus,
Besides, daylight is settling on the pane.
Spliced films of bare branches loop, splay,
Conmmingle on the cracked bedroom wall.
A damp breeze kindles a snuffed candle
And dinner plates soaking in the sink.

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