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Wolf MountainIt isn't like that. / It isn't a left turn too early, / a lark awake at night,
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I-95, Exit 22: Open, My CountryThe first settlers to the area called the Lumber River Drowning Creek. The river got its name for its dark, swift-moving waters. In 1809, the North Carolina state legislature changed the name of Drowning Creek to the Lumber River. The headwaters are still referred to as Drowning Creek. / Three p.m. on a Sunday. / Anxiously hungry, I stay dry, out of the pool’s cold water,
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Surf, Surf, SurfLet's think about this, before we do it. / Let's think about this. / Let's do it.
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A FeverSomething rattles in the soul. / It must be paid attention - / it is the soul, the only sure thing -
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In the Wildthe green and waxy confusion is your cape and covering / topaz wings strum and flutter, / branches snap
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Birdnesswind like a south wind carrying a plane south / deposits him, beneficiary of a backwards current / on a branch with nothing companionable in sight -
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A Birthday PoemHe loved it when she slid up / to him, as sweet as a sprinkle doughnut - / but now, something has befallen her,
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L'Hôpital, 1975When I first sold myself there were / black cottons, brass buttons, iron crosses, steel machines / All the marks of war
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PixelblushSee that little match-stick, / see that candle there? / See that hard-worn photograph
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The Ash Garden: YouthI get the hunch that the ashes of kindergarten, / Lunchboxes, the national anthem / Are floating from the edge of us
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