Santa Fe Poetry Broadside: Judyth Hill, Meaning, Maybe

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Judyth Hill

Meaning, Maybe

Five pigeons sunning on the roof of the moon,
I mean the chapel. The one that is never open,
is maybe, a morada.

Your hand on my belly,
I mean the moon, or maybe, moonlight,
slicking my belly with tidal shadow.

Fire in the stoves, all through the canyon.
Moonlight, I mean smoke, or maybe,
the dreams of wives, snaking silver above.

Whatever I was taught about the moon,
I mean, poetry, is wrong, maybe.
Is about honey and the hive.

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