laundry and hunting
the fine arts of travel
the remotest places to stay
the service industry of a vast
romantic conspiracy grew up
as if love itself could not be
the surprise sufficient
to its survival but must
overcompensate with fields
of grains and hills of flowers
still winter will come either
abusive or feeble
and like a watercolor all
the seasons will flow together
into one uncomfortable summer
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