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9. In midday I watched the children play on the west side of town outside my bedroom window. I thought how bright the paper is inside with blues & limes ...

8. Pinprick morning eyes see through blurry films. In the peripherals: one. A polyester carpet--sleeping bags--breaks the dry monotony of spring-feels-like-almost-summer grass. two. Important man, sui

7. Bus conversation brought rhythm to impeded speech like free-est jazz; be-bop syllables legato then staccato, neither with cadence. It sounded as if commas, were, splitting, each, word, then, each, ...

6. Spring moves by slowly. I wrap myself in your stanzas.

5. I know when it is winter. When the books begin to show their thinner side of verity & the pages not the color butter, but a rusted wheel blend ...

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4. In times passing & every December after the next, the wooden floors will show their age & the light may be a different shade of color afterwards; though, there ...

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3. For Robert, the poet. In the dream Bobby tells me I am beautiful, he moves his stool a little closer to mine to see me in the dull glow ...

2. From an indeterminate direction billows the mechanical sounds of the night-workers in the distance, blinking their amber lights in warning & anticipation. The wind, undecided, carries iron filings

1. With their great drooping wings, the ospreys returned yesterday to scan the raging snowmelt for churned up meals. It is tempting to apply human traits to the natural world ...

0. When young, I read Thoreau; the transcendentalists were gone by over a century & disobedience was in style. We would all head toward the land & live in the ...

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0. Lay your lungs out on a slab & I will show you intricacies in fissures. Voices happen all day & I am fixated. Your friendly fire barely shows herself ...