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thrift is the ambient name
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the
hair, the in-motion the past selves— the little girl the dry October grass, the in-motion the boat on the lake, the earrings the hands, the whole selves, the cold camp, the moon card the legs & feet, the dog the dog the dog, the girl the porcelain artifacts, the purge ephemeral carpet of flowers, the in-motion the heights, the dizziness, stop spinning, the in-motion, the curtains the dirt road, the wooden porch, the neck the throat, the hands, the pulse in motion the past, the days, the past the collar, the trial, the exercise the chair, the ground, the future it’s a long way up the airport, ancient terraces, the eyes the boulder, the bull in love, the sliding slope the knees, solitary, dark mountain the cup of water, the rose, the relic balance, the rest, the walk the climb, transit, the ground the gaze, the walk describing her character is
an essay in the state of grace there was one day at the schoolgirl’s
desk
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at the end of a year whose gift, sweetheart, was having less I cleared a place to stand & name my birthright I have waited for the king— for the tap on the forehead— the golden crown— as I turn over the ground & bury the wooden couple in the yard— not to end a dream, but so something new could rise from its hard seed— to have less, to clear & clear down to the shelter itself— ease into the long hibernation of our lady taming the demon— the gift this year was staying in the full fire of my heart living in the dear body of my discomfort gripping & gritting, pulsing & turning loose days of no appeal just the lay of the land & all its mystery laid bare & vibrant an aperture |