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Jul 31
Glide, loop, float
gulls on a
crisp breeze.

Trudging with
groceries, an
elderly man.

Dim blue glow,
a clockβ€”what
this long in-

complete life
sees in the
wondering dark.

Death, so close
to the mail-
box at noon.

Glide, loop, float
gulls on a
crisp breeze.
Michael Rudelich
Written by
Michael Rudelich  M/cave dweller
(M/cave dweller)   
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