ER

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Chip-toothed, brazenly fascinated,
I look at the world with the feel
of a tottering flower.
It is still here, it was never merely
a thought in the mind.
Summer will come with a burst of landfill
and the cleansing of the ocean.
My core will be opened
by the sound of the river.
And I will dwell in this world
until it lets me go.