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POEM: At Asa Bales' Grave

Updated: Dec 2, 2019

by Madison Carr - Feb. 2, 2019

Pressing open

a fresh fallen black walnut

with my heel

unfolding its green flesh

pale gummy gel

the sound of

kissing lovers parting

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