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in to the whitenessthe spaces between us,rich with a somber breathhushed not to awaken the past,we become son to child,expectant citizen dwellingby a ..
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the logger’s axecracks the woods,brutal cold, whileyonder limb fallssnapped by the densehands of god.what god breaks,sharp irregular at edgewill..
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Solid and unbreathing,wooden birds are stacked as firewood,and his loose hands, tired from carving,red from the harsh soap and stiff brush,cleaned and..
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who among us is not scattered dustblowing through the forest and hills?who more important than the enameledblackened night and winded stars?where do w..
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we step on the bare earthand have been quietafraid our words wouldshear the historythat hides among us.under empty skybetween us and the sun,we hear h..
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staccato clop,
hoof on blacktop
echo up the valley
through a morning
fog,
unable to dampen
the sound.
carriage emerge..
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i
(the wife)
i have come to
the border
to remember your
touch.
to bring to you
within me, a
place of
home.
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kingbird attacks bird bigger than itself. red tail worrys and hides in trees overlooking river, And a deserted military base. deteriorated wing dam..
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we smell,
in the river wind
the one chance to be
what we are;
lark sparrow,
tom cat
blood wort,
or fool.
unsolved equation
perfectly inaccura..
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wisdom built a houseand put a table within.called me to come and eat.
i placed with my boots,
in the mudroom along with my..
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