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Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

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after seeing an old man on a park bench

...

one squirrel paused to
admire acorns to taste
the fragrance of oak bark

the edge of the grass
the deep brown of the dirt
the long thin sliver of granite
revealed from the pits
of hell below.

the filaments of holiness
worming along the azure
above - and one owl
realizing, dinner.

are you the owl
my love

are you the owl?

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