bearings of the earth,
her pivot in the stars
is dispersing the blood of life
like light on clay pots,
she melts the fences
of my careful networks
and lets them speak in rivulets
of brass glow on the straw's
angles of an unknown mercy
all the sidewalks and hot roadsides
gathered into one feminine arm
pulsing with the jets of her smile,
her gaze to enlarge the saplings
cut down on some ragged doorstep
her card-carrying eclipse
piling up in fine
black roses and freckled hips.
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