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Sep 2015
poetry is dead
as the air
it walks on --
good as dead
to compost heaps;
the heat reserved in sunlit stone
what'd you buy?
what'd you pay for it?
mostly water
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mostly water  Birmingham, Ala.
(Birmingham, Ala.)   
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