kintsugi

  • He slips on ice near a mailbox — 

  • no gemsbok leaps across the road — 

  • a singer tapped an eagle feather on his shoulders — 

  • women washed indigo-dyed yarn in this river, but today gallium and germanium particles are washed downstream — 

  • once they dynamited dikes to slow advancing troops — 

  • picking psilocybin mushrooms and hearing cowbells in the mist — 

  • as a child, he was tied to a sheep and escaped marauding soldiers — 

  • an apple blossom opens to five petals — 

  • as he hikes up a switchback, he remembers undressing her — 

  • from the train window, he saw they were on ladders cutting fruit off cacti — 

  • in the desert, a crater of radioactive glass — 

  • assembling shards, he starts to repair a gray bowl with gold lacquer — 

  • they ate psilocybin mushrooms, gazed at the pond, undressed — 

  • hunting a turkey in the brush, he stops — 

  • from the ponderosa pines: whoo-ah, whoo whoo whoo —

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