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PK Wakefield
Poems
Mar 2016
Untitled
who becomes our bodies
after our flesh splits ways
with life and makes with
root worm and sun glass
the several blades of grass ?
(i'm making and again wonder
evenly obscene
in the sunlight over my arms
brushed with noon beams
and shadows tightly beneath
my feet;
i think,
and splay over the mind
of children's voices
hurryingly hunched
and bruising the silence
slightly with slim slivers
of gigglingβ
(there's a boat waiting for me)(
i have to go))(
goodbye ) ) )
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PK Wakefield
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