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Wet Home

squeezing a fat four wheel drive

through a mountain plateau track

the windscreen constantly slapped by dark leaved bushes

and a heart shaped climber

a giant branch dragged down across the windscreen

as a vine wraps around the bumper

the tangle untwisted

and branch restored

on the rear vision mirror

lies a yellow and green coil of a flat snail

sticking to the white duco

the window unwound

and a finger flick to its wet home

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