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Clementines by Brian Le Lay



Books fell, pushing

the mason jar off the shelf, handle

no longer intact


curved chunks

of glass & tiny, glittering


fragments, clementine peels

& seeds left washing

in the sun, hardening

in an afternoon, tottering under the stove.

I swept them up

while you were away


stacked

the books in crooked watchtowers

on the floor around me, once


slanted creaking hardwood planks, now it's thin

brown carpet concealing cement.



Brian Le Lay likes to fiddle with language and find the funny. His poems have appeared in places like Drunk Monkeys, VAYAVYA, and Peach Mag.


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