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Sunlit query
You there, opening your door
in our sky, where
is that fair
lane over our hill?
Mystery tour
A door opened and closed, but had
no hinge – or was it
in a frame, but had no wall?
Anyway, it was all like that —
songs that could have made
sense, if only you didn’t try.
Feast of All Souls
The dead
leaves land in you
Bad thoughts
Bad thoughts are not the sky, but are
crows coming in, liking what they see
That device
I see people reach for it to get out
of it, but in all the world
there’s nowhere else to go
Midnight rosary
My stone is a clump of many
rolling loose in a line when I drag
your scandal out under the stars
Cupped fire in the twilight
The face,
the point of light,
the smoke
Chocolate brown eyes and the ultimate deep lostness of the world
I dreamt of the ways it could and did
go wrong, the departure to the party
and my key, what was her name
and who were these girls –
yes to bright longing and no –
how to get out and where
oh where was my key?
Precious thing
Your move to grab it is
what makes it fall
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