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co                    (nn)                    ect
co                      (ll)                      ect
co                      (rr)                      ect

pro                     (j)                        ect
pro                      (t)                         ect

pl                 (a)                   y
pr                    (e)                      y
pr                     (a)                       y
p                     (a)                     y
dead
leaves crowd corners
and doorways
wind kicked
and twisted
as we are
down sidewalks

stone steps
let confetti fly
into gutters
and scatter
upon the canals
dappled
as we are
with decay
moted notes
of yellowbrown

when i am old and     move slowly from window to window
when I am old and     my loves have all been collected
when I am old and     each season stuns me

i will wake
every morning
place my feet
on the floor
and breathe
for the first time
ed               tion
uca
of
em              tion
o
)cupped hands carry


sliver moon
on long silver wires

an evening song
of light lunges

waves jump white
on jetties

twist we bend
into being

such delicate measures
this stone                us
             between



re        ve        ve        re        ve        ve        re        ve        ve
al         re         al        al         re         al        al         re         al



the spark(
bridges open


the morning sky
still sparks
and scars
with stars
dark streets
and people sleep
gulls ghost
their notes
from rooftops
autumn calls
its colors
into the canals


bridges close
(in ti ma te hi s c ri ms on tu be d a nd lo op ed)

)bone marrow
made
to fade(

(gen tle the hum of t he min d’s m usi c)

)grey matter
made
to fade(

a chime
of sticks stones
notes templed
and flowering
beneath a sheet
of skin

when time            stretches and sheds
when time             gives all to gravity
as a boy
i would

run the wind
swim the ocean

until the strand
was a pitching distant dream

i would
climb branch

after branch
until the curve

of the world
was my own

as a boy
i would think

nothing
of doing

these things
as a man

i can think
of nothing

else
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