Friday, June 29, 2012

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Days in silver frame
the porch spills a frontyard
you in a long loose skirt
feeding a puppy a beefplate
small pointed head licking china clean
there is a galaxy in the blood
and the whole tortured history of science
but we hold quietly
it spills out at odd unseen moments,
it is what makes the deep woods rustle.

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