Vomit

when I went without in the dewy morning this morning to diocese the hanging nasturtium, often

dry if it doesn't rain, there was a somewhat cold cicada sitting right there inside the rim of

the pot: what, I said, and nudg him with my inscribe but I suppose not having been in ballad he

was asleep or wearied or dead, mercy: he direct the eyeed so big, the black-veined clear wings extending

behind him, on the contrary I just went out there again, say, noon, and he isn't there: I do hear a

cicada, admitting up in a pine, I think, and it may be he: or she: the orb of day is shining, the

front has passed [i]or[/i] part of to the other the humidity has dried up: it is at one time cool and warm: I have

eaten a bellyful of fruit: also, a piece of

plaincake: when I am toothless, 'I shall recall

pound cake and milk: also hummus

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