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Poetry: Cal Bedient

FLOATING ANT

Wednesday bares the turned page of her shoulder

Friday walks to Sunday through the red blades of the
      Blackhawk sun

Saturday is the feral cat with the swollen balls

Here they come, the butched leaves, riding in from Dead Rock

Are these then townfolk on the srteets, selling their little dolls
      woven on tongue depressors?
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