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The miracle of two spent lemon quarters

Yesterday, 
from the clear blue 
two upon the 
cup rim. 

Today, 
a swarm 
warming their 
bones under the 
desk lamp, 
fucking on 
the cup rim 
and injecting 
tomorrow’s 
generation 
into the spent 
lemons 
on the 
cup bottom. 

Yes children, 
look here 
and make 
a note… 
the simple 
miracle of 
garbage 
when salted 
with laziness.