Look
for examples (there are many such).
Imagine a poetry
of pure example: the woman who'd camped at a
covered bus
stop in Kāne'ohe is gone, along
with her blue tarp and shopping cart: the
homeless man with an
awkward limp comes
toward me at Long's, his
beard neatly trimmed beneath
his hoodie: a young
cat named Kaya resides
in a small condo at
Petco: our
two girls go to the beach to
search for the tree that bends out over the water; they like it
because people take pictures--they
did: a
golden retriever named Harry retrieves a green tennis ball from the
ocean; I and a stranger take turns throwing it back in, I
with my left, she with her right: Donald
Trump says Muslims and Mexicans are out to get him: my
father-in-law reads
a book called Rage for Order: our
black and white cat has been lethargic since June 2: I'm
waiting for help with the
rectal thermometer.
Wisdom
is a collection agency for accident. A plastic bag full of old clothes
and books sits in the living room. The the.
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