All through the meeting, your calm face by the window. Bright, darkening trees |
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It's late, the office almost empty. Your bare feet whisper by my door |
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claw-hammer banjo a veteran plants his cane to dance |
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where does the time go squids of Wyoming |
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summer stars . . . old lusts come down a silk road |
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roasting a rattlesnake we talk about girls |
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summer's end— cicada buzz caught in the black cat's mouth |
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laughs at herself— kitchen light through the grin in her xray |
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into the earth; starflowers and her note in his pocket |
