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Two Faces in an Overflowing Creek: Winter ice palace between the trees no skates allowed rubber soles racing through white powder crack in the ice (thank goodness not your head) on the ground exchanging laughs for half an hour Summer dirty fingernails versatile mud in the palms of our hands masterpiece sculptures imaginary clay composed of dirt and creek water I return home to wash my hands watching bits of earth slide down the drain I wear lathered mittens of Ivory soap. In a single bubble  hidden colors
trapped forever
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