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thanksgiving poem

stuff of the moon
as i lie roofed in, screened in
she knows a cheap release
risen from the dead
the sky
over the river they beckon to me
there is no escape by the river
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
through the broad earth's aching breast
i love my life, but not too well

 



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