sAyingsometHing

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24 Feb 2007

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (69)

trapped ease
mid-morning
salt water
sweetness
industry
a capstone anyold
pronounced

maybe you were there
ferreting out
blanched melody
and maybe you prompted
gravity
to rescue
how we were going
away

by turns rising
to sunlight
mutable
as waxen

tomorrow is a host
system for nirvana
mental notes hang on
five lines of wire

the choir director
notifies this skilled
crowd of authority
and people sing

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