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IF BUTTONS WERE BOULDERS
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If buttons were boulders
they would tumble
from buttonhole crevaces
where they rest.
If my eyes were vultures
they would come to rest
on the newly formed precipice
and secure new lookout.
Yes, I can see you from here.
My sight wanders,
and imagination, too.
Vultures are creative scavengers.



