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fall poem

see the tentative
now while my lips are living
we lay
i had over-prepared the event
i know not where
up and down he goes
risen from the dead
with lips blood red and heart of stone
within my hand i hold
brief on a flying night
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
beneath my window in a city street

 



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