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Sunday, June 27, 2010

I Keep Returning To


certain themes: the rack; women who go,
the hard way; failures by the score, lost
near-captures of infinity’s inhabited man.

I walked through years of days that were every time
the best of our young lives; our thinning heads

now bobbing go to the sound coming
across the breeze, our shout
whispering to this rock of ages.


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