Pat Nolan

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Bug Life
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The smaller butterflies of autumn
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water's velvet quench
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rustic in my domestication
domestic in my rustication
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Sunday muted
by a layer of fragile high clouds
a thread of smoke
mmmsews up the day
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I saw the light
at the end of the tunnel
it was a stop light
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of course
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unfortunately few have
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a mass of bug life swirls up
into the later amber rays
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the inexorable Darwinian slide
into materialism
thems that's got
thems thems that don't
thems thems that never changes
thems that's in the middle
thems the sky is falling
the earth opens up at their feet
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in a cathedral of trees
our mere existence



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