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I. LessonsYou get very sleepy at times,like lazy autumn, and the dayslight the old sea of the past, and,well,just across the roadis far. When you are ..
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I won't pretend to know
what sad, slow days look like
through the semi-transparent blue
of your brown eyes, but I imagine
they grow up your spine ..
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He exhales endlessly, from the top
of his smiling head and out, too, from right
where his hands would be if he had them, waving
at every angle so ..
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Every year at some good
time for all of us, we
gather at a long table
to serve up a sacrifice.
The butter knives are dull
enough to make slici..
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Winter's arrival
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We learn it right
from the start. Some people
might say we crash into life
as parasites, tethered
to our mothers
with a rubber hose,
but those p..
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There isn't a breath
in the air that could lift
my hand from yours, here,
in the warm hug of a cat-
hat with mittens attached.
The frantic sw..
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At first, Kelsey
was all bright. She wore
her window high
like her hair, up
and doing things
that shook my twelve-
years-crooked knees.
Kel..
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Aubrey, your curtains are drawn.
I can see you spinning
a clover between your thumb
and index like a tiny helicopter.
Its twisting green winds
li..
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