WHO EVER'S BEEN VORACIOUS
YOU CAN EAT ME RAW
And draw down the dawdling habit, for this is
Elmira's hill, where the vague Chemung channels
its forceful way to nothing at all. Not that far off
from some Waverly meadow where more pristine
water flows, the dragging-touch of some nearby
rockslides entice me. I am walking this broken
stream looking for fossils embedded in rock.
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