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April Fools Poem
Just saw an adult crow wheeling in the air with two smaller ones
following its arcs,
but I'm not going to get sentimental about it. Went to do my taxes
in the suburbs, saw an American flag
dressed as a middle-aged woman bent over the dirt near a bush
in her yard, but I'm not getting strident
here, no I am not. When it thunderstormed Friday, the night sky
broke up like some supershocked danceclub,
the smell in the air made me think I had pica, so hungry I was
for some mud on my tongue, but I'll steer clear of
pastoral just as I did of that fawn on Route 8
with begonia-stem legs and a giggle of white
on its sides.