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Poems by Inchiki



 


Days Days Days



days, days, days, days, days, days, daze
the past seems dead, the future an old promise
I cross my legs and eat a plate of baked vegetables
then drink some tea that tastes like lawn clippings

I used to mow the lawn in a haze of summer smells
and itchy midges, until twilight came and cooled the hills
and silenced the barking dog, the bouncing ball, the laughing child
filled with shadow the creaking home of the night crickets






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