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Blue
Jays flash down like pieces of Gulf Stream
and drink from the pie plate. You can't make us out
from the many salt water edges or the road.
On eclipse day thousands of hidden cameras
slip their efforts through the leaves and the acre
is littered with moons bitten exceedingly.
I turn the calendar to July a long blue lake in China.
While waiting for October three landsats away I peek.
It's the enormous Mississippi from the sky
where toward the bottom at the Gulf someone unseen
picks up the dipsy worm through their bare feet.
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