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            sparrows see souls as they fall thru

            ex exploding clouds to new born bodies      

 

            she could break her arm when she follows

            the sun thru that window

 

            an old california mission with saint rooms

            up/down with the beatific sea at the back lawn

 

            someone told me, those stones small secret

            in her portable pockets, are from the africas

 

            i guess the airport in albuquerque is the nearest

            place but brief, to lift up away off from the earth

 

            across the street someone

            opens second story curtains

 

            the sky could hurt you

            if only you will let it

 

            sun filters thru & thru

            the cottonwoods

 

            after crossing the border

            the ivory sky will ignite

 

            and should i mail you

            a packet of round light(?)

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            ships too far out in the sea still know

            that there are waiting harbors

 

            from a dream i see her reading so i wake myself

            and make a black tea for her & return to sleep

 

            she stubborns as a left-handed girl

            in a right handed world

 

            crush resin crystals, marry lime & turpentines

            choose true hues – raw umber, ochres & sienna

 

            so what wind would howl down the street

            and not want to rush our lives(?)

 

            she can feel the ocean

            anytime she wants to

 

            in her favorite jersey & jeans

            she gently levitates about the room

 

            she has curves like the ones

            in the road to her house

 

            he drives – she looks

            at the side of his face

 

            so a buoyant book is

            im impatient to be touched

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