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M a r k   L e e   W e b b

A Melamine Buddha

in a stained white suit sold me an electric moondial 

guaranteed unaffected by gathering cumulus

        or at midnight         long as you keep it away 

from lightning flashes cause they can crack the shadow.

But after two weeks dusk still incinerates my feet—

August-hot sand on my toes         like time 

I crossed new Canal Road          Dad used turpentine 

     peeled tar         saved as much skin as possible

         so tonight I think I’ll just dial the moon 

down       pull old socks       over new scars.

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