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I. The performer curls himself around thesubway pole like he’s a vine of ivy.Some of the captive audience clap andothers turn their heads.II. On..
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I close the blinds over the town outside,where the raindrops have clawed at the window,where the air is slicked with mist that missedthe storm this mo..
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Come back, with thicker hair and thicker skin,freer in the deeper part of summer.Here we have birdsong, bugsong, pine needleslike long fingernails. Al..
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Sweet As If
Come Fall, I’ll be in the house behind the
bush of white and violet lilacs. I’ll taste
peaches, sweet as if
they..
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I cross the boardwalk to the sand to the Atlantic,the color of green quartz. No waves.Just a few folds in the ocean.So many heads, and necks, and shou..
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Morning storms in warm. She’s draped inshapeless shade. The drapes part.Part of the rain still falls,and lands in the seagreen grass.The trees h..
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The scene wavers through the smoke.Hot coals in the clouds light them orangetill they glow.Till we blow them grey,like smoke from a runaway flame.Like..
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Your lower lip quivers.Your tongue laps the shore and splashes.The sun sinks into you.I slip into you, into the ripplingspotlight. I sip you like whit..
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Half these trees are shadows, but which ones?Something’s clouding the lens of the sun.Maybe clouds.It’s after amber hours. Not black. Whit..
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Bugs hum. Mist thickens the horizon.The moon rises, then falls behind thecloud line.She slides like an ice cube down thesurface of the sky. She settle..
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