Like fireflies
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It's been two months!
The trace of the snail on a dais
rhubarb
the magnifying glass of dew
the heart of the umbrella of nasturtium
On the edge of a wineglass
trademark lips and even
hue on a cigarette dropped
from which rises a net aspen
(Michel Butor, At the border )
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