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Big bones of the river
water cannot be wayward
past the melting boulders of the shoreline
a single cat walks in enigmatic amusement
throughout the piston levels
of a power-blown factory
He paws at a planing table
where passionate machine, arms of men
once churned the agent dust
that turned their lungs to powder
the flick of his tail's without wisdom
but not unwise--he whiskers
in my whiskers
and my tailbone blinks,
basement resting riverbed
foundation upon foundation.
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