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One branch of the maple has turned; here I was looking out the window, washing my hair, wondering if that pale merely maybe chartreuse leafing..

I feel the tug of old habits, coarseness and jealousies, stories and testing-outs, to feel out the boundaries of my currentspace, how far can ..

for this useful body I am grateful, for my joy and my solitude, my laughter, the torrents of music and bells, peals of good fortune or silence a..

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I have a knife for bread, for grass golden butter for sheep and their whey, to drink in, to wrap up in wool solar systems like an image, a cerebr..

I couldn't afford the sleeper so curled up, like foxes or sheep, the Latin hunter in wool, I lied across two train tracks too dreamy from rocki..

I can't convince myself that I do not feel, that the winds and the granite, willows, marmot tracks, or the sparrow do not alight in my breath..

The blackbirds and crows line up in murders, on the telephone wires, suspended over pastures and prairies; how the storms rise up from our lips ..

There is no more shape to you than there is reason, a burst of light, in the pit of it, like when the almond first takes root, the shooting up ..

I realize how wrong it truly was to stand in the other direction, to shirk your protection and your glow. The basking gaze of your hottest color, ..