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I Was Trying to Describe You to Someone
I finally ended up describing you as a movie I saw when I was a child in Tacoma Washington.
I guess I saw it in 1941 or 42, somewhere in there. I think I was seven, or eight, or six.
:: rural electrification
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Young apple tree, December
that remembering
her small history, she find her place
:: useful, new, delicious


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Study of Green #3: Celadon
I could eat you.
Pierce your icy skin
:: translucent summer-melon belly

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Futures in Lilacs
"Tender little Buddha," she said
Of my least Buddha-like member.
:: He was in love with a trolley conductor


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One Big Self
For whatever it's worth My friend
here her mother was murdered
:: out of the bughouse


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Parades
And when you are finally caught and questioned, it is discovered, sadly,
:: all things may be weighed