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I assume (edit)
A tip with greens and tangerines
attach to some large thing beyond
the frame's geometry, for granted
and on blue
Mathematical? Not like the hour
I look away from what is crumpled,
and see nothing
And I assume
the garden chairs still lie about
Crickets in what I thought was
grass,- (their number troubles
me), but one
Beneath the cotton parasol