Friday, July 2, 2010

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Eve.


Come with me to sing to the moon

drunk possibility

from the summit of the verb, and happy

you
accurate archer


unaware of incredible spurts.

Come with me to the limit of
prairie, when the wind free
spreads its wings toward the valley,

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precipitous plunge,
paths
carpet of leaves dormant
opens doors, breaking windows and burning
each candle.

Come
with me to count the stars will show you


the hills that I know
carnivorous flowers
the heath
and a cabin to lie

(finally
)
of straw, mud



and tranquility.

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