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Infinity Don’t you remember a thing can only hold one picture at a time “As when a man dreams he reflects not that his
body sleeps” it was you in the roadside phlox that every thing has its Own Vortex he
perceives it roll backward behind like a sun, or like a moon, or like a starry
majesty universe of “Or like a human form, a friend with whom he
liv’d benevolent” * Midsummer Suffer the lilies they do not grow without temptation to a surface made of water made of air In
the Gregorian calendar the year moved ahead ten days the Archer moves into the Goat sign sooner now the warming globe not hurrying I was Esquire of the Body to Elizabeth I was a dog-friendly motel I was a hill of salt on the flats a
billiard ball, a stoat I spy something gray and green Three gray geese in the green grass grazing made
of opal made of ash Off with a pinecone in your pants you veer to the end, a side show, a backward sleep of all we restive in the meadow spun
to topcoats, wept the Queen **
(Ahsahta,
2002) and The Deep
Heart's Core Is a Suitcase (New Issues, 1998)--and
hopes that another (The Happiness Experiment) is forthcoming.
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