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WALKING A STREET WITH THE SAME NAME AS YOU

merridawn duckler

A woman pushes off in a skiff
across the ancestor of all glass.
The houses in close grow humble.
Back to our crap hotel, crunching gravel
that arrived as a boulder.
You are gone, and everywhere.
Maybe it is indeed all one wind.