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My days unspoken,so many leaves in the wind.Is then not alljust as it should be?...
Things and Ideas
Rather,it is the possessor who is possessedin the possessing....
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Your slumber's steady-slow rhythmthe subtle arc of your backthose straying strands of hairsomehow explain everything....
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Sudden spring air--the false snowof dogwood petals....
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Spidersilk, subtle strandswind-combed-straightacross the tips of grass,seen only in the slanting lightof this setting sun....
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