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thanksgiving poem

the air is like a butterfly
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
to come so soon to this imagined dark
and breaketh bread no more
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
blossoms of babies
there is no escape by the river
all within and all without me
do you remember

 



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