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The Market in Ceske Budejovice
(and how things get there) - Part 2

Marcela Sulak

A rabbit in a market moves
its nose and ears, moves its eyes

and is still, is soft against
its wooden box. A frog moves

slowly up a gutter beside
the monastery. A mouth spits

water out. When it achieves
the top the world will end and when

it ends and when it does
and when it ends

Marcela Sulak

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