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What the Laughter Said

Karl Parker

    for Fanny Howe

Line and form magnify glass. Some kind of setup down by the woods,
a few thrown flares, and we’re sure. Here are rivulets across and through
downwardly decomposing layers of leaves. Light moves too soon, it says.
Everything’s a butterfly flickering over darkening flowers.

Karl Parker

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