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my gypsy mother,
clove scented
and stuffed with lemon

she tied us with scarves
to the calf when we moved
from gulf to gulf

the sound of rain hitting the leaves
larva plinking from the sky

the nebula, staring, disapproves
a fairy in the name of a plant or animal

the easy find torches to make their fancy
and thus our hoses were too short

and the potatoes froze that summer
our hands chapped with super glue

our minds pianos out of tune

in this procedure, the proper noun
for place is falling