spring leaves, leaving each leaf as a small globe--
I can see the world in those miniature
crystal balls that witches use to intercept
good. I'm not a witch, but want to make good
mine. There's knives in my belly that need
dulling. Good rounds out everything, even the sharpest
edges. These are not the knives
I need to slice lemons,
which I do, each morning, at the bakery, to squeeze
and boil with sugar for glazing
more than enough good for a belly.
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