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i imagine the
wren and the song sparrow
exchanging lyric
for our amusement.
practicing for
hours to get it perfect,
knowing ..
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i drive as storms build
fractally above the prairie.
on the radio
i hear that mathematicians
are calculating order
o..
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a
small gravel road i remember,
goes
back into the hills
stark
under a southwestern sun,
watery
visions of deep thirst
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oh little sister,
i would sing,
if i had a voice
loud enough,
of your beauty,
little crooked
sister river,
and wash my
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when
winter breaks and trees become aware
when
a fine film of green settles on distant hill.
when
the once stark and gray outli..
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when hills are flat,
when rivers in perfect health
freed of sediment,
mingle with the groom,
when the full circle of moon
t..
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give me a start
a plan
and a dollars
worth of courage
and we can go
back to loomis street.
i'll watch you
break your arm..
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i wait for the full sunwhile
you sleep.i wait with excitement as light fills the
spacearound meand slowly reveals your thingsin
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here in a straight veined
accumulator of waters,
birthed by several unnamed creeks and
springs,
channeled and drie..
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at the end of a
forested walk
anna came to the
space between the hedges
among the wooded paths of mourning,
to rest forever..
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