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Fish MarketWalking through the market, / fishtails hanging sluttishly over the edge, / scales glinting
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A Momentary Brighteningafter the heat began to swell, / we’d never leave our bed / open windows, curtains yawning-the incoming breeze rose
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NestingEvery year, a male wren builds ten nests. / On completion he finds a mate and brings her to each, / displaying her options.
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The Serpents MeatThe Serpent’s Meat / “…and dust shall be the serpent’s meat…” / Isaiah 65:25
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DawnThe sun was still rising. / He stood at the bottom / of the driveway,
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The Cruelty of SilenceI wish I could describe to you the dense silence when the snow had melted, / and you had left. / It was almost as loud as when you were still
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Sailingin bed at night, / the tenderness of your hands / harbors me-
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Bright and Nakedwhen the sun is sulking / she swells like the moon, / a sylph bright
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Edgeshand cupping my thigh / tongue against swollen lips as I kiss you, / your fingers thread through my hair,
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DoorstepI dreamt you visited me-- / showed up on my doorstep, / hands in pockets
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