Issue #22/23, October, 2001 :
The Year We Uninvented the Rose --
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You Can Imaginehow I carefor edge. The clouds, for instance, Their fervent loosening -- How I long to learn that! The blue between, where the constant dissembling occurs, A practice I would emulate. Moisture I long for -- my skin grown tight. A dock, a wharf, the sails furled, but luffing in the rising breeze -- What would I give for the salt air, the mineral waters? I was born to come in on a swell, pulling out hard. I was born to roll in with the surf, Becoming what is left behind, Then, what is gathered in. |
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Issue #22/23, October, 2001 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.