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Maharaji M.O.

She found a propeller in Portland

and carried it all the way to Eugene

under her arm, this western artifact.

Says she’ll turn it into a necklace,

use it to press through the crowds

of people reaching at her hems.

They hold the sidewalks down

as she passes, waiting like wildflowers.

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