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SeasonSeason
The earth is speechless. Modest hillocks sprawl and yawn, stretching themselves across the damp ground -
A woman waking in the morning.
A new hunter, I turn my wrists upward, exposing veins, as leaves do.
The distance of February sun coaxes ancient blood to slow, tidal awakening. Like a stretch of beach, the trees, stiff with winter, reach out to a far, cold sun.
I will walk the sand in May as a blossom, barefoot through the sand and waiting for summer.


For Allen Whitman(I)For Allen Whitman
Blessed be the holy artichokes for they consist solely of heart and fleshy insides. Blessed be the lawn; its long grass, dry patches and the moles that make their homes under it. Blessed be morning, and stale breakfast cereal - I am
hungry and have just woken up. Blessed be the ache in my wrist and blessed be its consistency. Blessed be these and other common things- windows, pancakes, scissors.
The sky blushes at seeing me naked, awake so early and admiring the sunrise. She is modest, covers
her face with mist, a veil; whil
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