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Thawed

Posted on September 24, 2015 by Puff Of Smoke Poems

don’t replace the broken-handled
colander. Just so, shake out
the last frozen mukimame
hidden in the corner of the bag.
Let every thing be of use
not tossed aside the hidden one
grew as greenly as all others
tucked into its edamame
shell of itself

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