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Monday, December 17, 2012
POSTCARD
Driving nails through giant hovercrafts of snow
& ice: I see you there beyond
the rushes, past a semi-circle
of varied thrush and Spanish lessons.
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Circumference makes us fools: shiver on
midwest not making anyone safer:
firm ground is ground yet untilled—
“until the end of time.”
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Is only a time or another tradition: other
times alight then fly up at smoke
& mothers in houses on edges of lakes
are stirring & glad to be awake.
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