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Poems

Goodman’s Garden

13 November 2014

3:00 PM

13 November 2014

3:00 PM

Where did they all go?
Thickets of love and pain
rustle in a dry light
and skeins of corvidae
traipse to a dusk roost.



Time is a flip book.
Lift your dear hand
and feel the pages purr
as years fan by
in their lost variegations




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