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Friday, July 24, 2015

POEM - by Douglas Barbour

under the streetlights
     the acrid smell
           of insect corpses

before their single day
     is over    they gather
           hover around the glare

in the morning a carpet
     of carapaces laid out
            corrupting in the sun

Douglas Barbour
dbarbour@ualberta.ca

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