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found poem: now

found poem: the writer

THE TOBOGGAN…

she needs…

fragment…

As she watched and he slept, the morning sun angled in the small plane window and fell coolly on his wrist where it rested on her thigh, his palm turned upward. His skin was fair and taut, his wrist broad and flat and his pulse beat slow and steady as she watched, a small point of life. With only the sibilant whisper of conversation audible above the engine’s roar, they traveled separately, together, toward the familiar destination.

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