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2.14.2006
My Spirit House
I've made arrangements to leave you- my body,my satin glove, my spirit housewhose windows pearly white and rust, the creaky door which I came in but once before on miniature feet of dusk. Emptied vase, shriveled flower, shades of evening's glory- violetgarlands round the wearied truss of night whose walls arrest the ebbing light- now foldbelow the house's winter garden.
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