these are the timesdirty beloved
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Why?

27.2.09

Landscape with Mud Turtle

I pressed the rough, live ends of their antlers
against my forehead and wished.

Under the pond mud, half-frozen, dormant among the dormant,
turtles breathe through their skins...
Jennifer Atkinson/PoetryDaily

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