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70 SLUGS IN ONE DAY
Transported to the curb
by the big maple
hibiscus mock me
sticking out their tongues.

The slugs have done their jobs
too well all the plants
sucked dry with my head
upside down searching them.

So hot
naked feels clothed
dinner alone mourning
dead beans and marigolds.

Too late to start over
I hear them mutter
in the gutter
while the weeds cheer.
JOAN PAYNE KINCAID
from
New Hope International Writing Vol.15 #3

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