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2/7 by Lauren Haldeman


You put down the form.

You pick up your leg.

One stick makes fire.

Later, a hat comes in the mail—

smells a wood stove.

You live in a house

on the hillock behind

the wind-mill factory.

The wind-mill factory

runs on wind.

It makes

what it is.

Look at it;

look at it breathing.
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