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Ending Up
By Paul Cameron Brown
reads like
living down -
a coconut arriving with the tide,
bottles perched in sand
the blue glass
colour or imprisoned dreams
genie of a bottle cap.
Ending up.
the brow or a gondola overturned
sees memories squared away -
the window of the envelope
an all too foggy membrane.
Turning out like
ending up
no check-out time or
non-existant room service
in a flea-bag motel.
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