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Aug 2014
There appears a window
at the top of my head
and at night
the stars and moon shine
clear to my feet

Like a greenhouse in the sun
my organs are warmed
and grow stem-like arms
and bulb-like eyes
and root-like feet

When the snow melts
I stand on my hands
and open the window wide
for spring cleaning
Jeff Raheb
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Jeff Raheb
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