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The Tell
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Another dark day
Good for hiding dust
No doubt the motes are flying, still
Informing the dust bunnies
Where to warren
Why not dust cats or
Dust crocodiles, I do not know
But we may delight
In invisible inhabitants,
All the same
The pixies that our cultures tell us
Do and don’t exist
The magic inside
Each of our stories, especially
Once shared
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Pull up some chairs, the four of us
Let’s play some cards
And, please, let’s talk
It isn’t tourney play, you know
Let’s show something of
Ourselves besides
The tells
We don’t think we have
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C L Couch
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photo by The New York Public Library on Unsplash
playing cards in a bar-room near Reserve, Louisiana
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