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You'vemade a stage of the sidewalk.You dance like dust beneath a lantern.The rain accompanies you. It hits you,and you’re music.A thousand shado..
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I. I’m listening to winged things sing songsin praise of trees. I know all the tunes andnone of the words, like Friday night serviceat temple. I..
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I'm in the pond, floating on my back.I sense the weight of the heat on my face,your weight in your mother's arms.I wonder if water ever looks for itse..
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I. The skin of the sky sags on its bones,folds itself around us. It's starrier than everwith the glitter of insect wings.It's bitter, the first sip of..
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Strings of rain strangle the heat.The fields are green and geeseless.Bees hover over flowers I don’t knowthe names of, or how nectar becomes hon..
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The psychic says, “Come here let me tell your fortuneusing only playing cards. Choose a card, any card.That’s the two of spades. No I don&..
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A guy on St. Marks Place sells lollipopsfor five dollars each. I buy five and send themto you to the wrong address with a note that says:Have you noti..
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This evening looks like noon but sounds like night,with all the cricket sirens.The moon’s silver scalp barely breaks the surface of the sky.I te..
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The river ripples. Its current crushes rocksinto pebbles into sand. The wind ripplesthe grass-- green feathers, green fur of theearth. You cut some ro..
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Heaven is sweating outside.The moth on the glass door beats his wings,which are whiter than moonlight when the moonis full and white.It’s the la..
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