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Upstairs, Ghosts Talk.Fixing loose-curl auburn lockets, the pins embed / And turn again. Step, and forward sway the hipbone, / Thirty, forty, a flight of granite looming forward,
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Jan 15, 2012
The Boy in the ClockOn what day did the Seeker, that foul-shaped gangly / Figure, weep and belly-crawl toward me / Forward winding? In craven eaves, in parsley fields,
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Jan 15, 2012
Blood and the AlleyApart from my misery / The stony hole, the wilting flower, / Earth took a bud and shaking membrane,
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Jan 15, 2012
But The Hawthorns Are StickyO'er stone paths the roses grow still as a ditty, / When light lamps are paling the ripe summer oil; / With a noise that the left ear blocks rushed in a hurry,
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Jan 15, 2012
SingleI see that one old woman / Struggling with her plastic shopping bags, / Every single Monday morning.
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Jan 15, 2012
No AnswerYour impish, oily, freckled faces / were bright that night on Milton Road. / Where you made the cats claw doors
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Jan 15, 2012
PostmanHow long the day, / Delivering letters to friends, / And cranky, bald dog feeders. Home
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Jan 15, 2012
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