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4.28.2006
Turning
Examine the tree- a man stands tall yet bending, always bendingtowards sky to ground, all his leaves trembling like children in such wind, such wind whose hands pull down and ripping, dancing, skipping over hills... escape.Look at stars- a woman drinking light, becomingnear morning, bird (whose eyes) propose to poppies wildly growing... whose tongue eats slowly "brightness"a shell built around its pearl. See the night- dark, young and knowing,the wings of moth, soft sails folded, moving.
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