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Missed
severance, a sky
no one in sight
becomes afternoon
where you left your thimble
across the way he
rides past
in a carriage
centuries from here
Bits
yellow singe
I wore a skirt
all morning the leaving
and hopeful
as though
grace stood near
hum of the bees
grows louder
stops my ears and sings
Snap
and called
then racing up and down
threads pull
close to blue
and wide
ice arrives
clip, clop
to frost
to pins
geometric burst
reeled in
Face About to Turn
light blue net
to receive what will fall
when eyes
arrive and the hill
where bells sound
random gongs
while cows walk
and the hill
has always been the story
in the pause
in stone in marble
until this breath
light blue net
Overseas
if the going gets rough
I will fill you in
remembered moon
in the broken marine
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