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he lights the sticks…

he lights the sticks they’d gathered

they are brittle, perfect now

they flame as planned


what is the occasion? she whispered

these were for emergency


i’m cold, he said

and leaving here tomorrow




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in death…

in death your cousins are generous

I tell the smiling windowsill friends

their bones

have brought us through again




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Two Horses

I watched two horses rubbing noses
I don’t know why
don’t know what happened next
the frame was moving

But something in me lifted, lightened
stretched back behind
as the train pulled me into sunshine



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