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block of green in the bend by the river 
in green, then rust, then white, then with 
some dread. 
Compounded, accumulated momentary awareness of the passing of things or another walk around the island. My favorite block of green. Better to not know what it is actually is and better off for reciting, "Oh, I just love this building," on every passing. 
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IHYDM


I hope you don’t mind
me saying so
but you’re very _____
your rain jacket is the color
of over ripe raspberries
the rain is the color
of computer screens
I’m the color of
mid-life
I hope you don’t mind
me saying so
but me saying so
is worth the risk
of you
minding

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