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what can distract me except this perfect cloud ...mountain path
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measuring with sharks
afternoons in august basking sharks opening doors and tying shoelaces thresher sharks drunk kisses on corners tiger sharks grasping we are all the same…
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calling
it's so lovely, today as it slips by let the church bells call the faithless, I'll say a prayer for the dog who calls its brothers and sisters, thru the…
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Fields of St. Theresa
I am going to the fields wilding fields to remember all these cats, lie down next to me unalarmed we pass the days, weeks supposing the rolling sky my…
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late evening around the old folks home empty benches
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between us a day
to sit with cats in the dust was something sacred in our meditation we fell in love with the same morning that was red and orange and rolled over us…
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A Town Unravels
Where the cement runs out and a momentum of feral flowers rushes in.
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Black Friday
This city smells like acid and feels like wasps.
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company on my bike ride sparrows have no name for me
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people in the distance a hawk looks closer
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fractures
from a window to a horizon whispers fragile echoes unfolding shadows like knots on a string threading your voice like glass your eyes glimmer separate…
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fields of persimmon
In fields of persimmon the earth turns through my fingers worms, wet and fat spiral away from midday sun and I see the birds are happy, at least.
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following footsteps through the mud white flowers
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while I forgot for a moment
among all the broken, smashed stuff bits of hen houses, plastic bottles a rusty car, blood from the defrosting freezer the corpse of a dog I found a…
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