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INDUCTION

What’s the take-away?

Carrying plastic buckets,

an old couple stroll

along the high-water mark.

The rapture: such

wings of cloud —

sleeves of fire

as previously noted.

Passing obliquely

through the interface,

desire is refracted.

Low sun illuminates

a row of amber

pill bottles,

half full.