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It gurgles over. Months before
the pebble once beheld for the prospect
of one-time skipping was dubbed premium
for one’s plans to visit in the summer
an ocean, so one tucked it into a pocket
(and for whatever else one thinks to keep
a pebble) till undressing one finally forgot
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about it. At the funeral I cannot tell you
a story so small, piddling to the sum
that governs you so I go back to the bend
where he held this token premium
and handed me, newly minted company,
and I throw it back where it lodges at the throat
of a crook, which rends the air with gurgling.
