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Allan Peterson  

Unspecial Moments

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Silvery tarpon move along the coast 

under the apparently parked stars 

Wheels under the current gather speed 

There are no unspecial moments 

April now  the sky Friday 

an nth of its reflection in the window 

the fibrillary twitch of Lolly’s eyelash 

What introspections did I miss 

roaming the numbing and arbitrary darks 

migratory ideas outlasting breath and fever