i begin dreaming
disjunct parts of
my job into
being:
cellophane paled around azalea
and roses centered in
resistant beds of fern.
the circling motion of
lifting black plastic
buckets out
from copper-ringed displays.
keys on the cash register
a fitted clicking;
water into the buckets a
weighted
downstreaming.

wild half-
things--
deep in
the sensation
of it.
drifting
like petals
in the bucket
of it.
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