Late Starting Dawn
It's a late starting dawn that breathes my vision, inhales and exhales the sound of waking birds and pokes ten miles of cold gray sky at a deer standing alone in a meadow.
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It's a late starting dawn that breathes my vision, inhales and exhales the sound of waking birds and pokes ten miles of cold gray sky at a deer standing alone in a meadow.
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In a room that knows your death a closet freezes like a postage stamp. A coat, a dress is hanging there.
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Always spend a penny as if you were spending a dollar and always spend a dollar as if you were spending a wounded eagle and always spend a wounded eagle as if you were spending the very sky itself.
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I feel so bad today that I want to write a poem. I don't care: any poem, this poem.
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Snowflaked as if by an invisible polar bear —unlucky bastard, you're sitting on the fender of her kisses while she drives the car down into the perfect center of ice.
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Fragile, fading 37, she wears her wedding ring like a trance and stares straight down at an empty coffee cup as if she were looking into the mouth of a dead bird. Dinner is over. Her husband has gone to the toilet. He will be back soon and then it will be her turn…
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Just an ordinary girl, 118 pounds, chipped front tooth, cute, born in Reno, Nevada, a student at SF State, she wants candles married to her womb by the color of a telescopic saint, so that all her children will be adventures in light.
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Lemon Lard: with your odd snowshoes and your ability to remember dates, you're all that you'll ever want to be.
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My telephone rang in the middle of the night, but I didn't answer it. It rang and rang and rang and SHUT UP! and rang as if it were possessed. I always figure that good news doesn't travel in the middle of the night, so I didn't answer the telephone.…
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Walking on crow eggs, mama, listening to the shells break like cars being parked on asphalt.
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He's howling in the pines at the edge of your fingerprints.
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The gunman holds the wind in his hand. Autumn and spring pass like robberies across his eyes. He doesn't blink while one stops leaves and the other starts them. The gunman is a friend to the changing of the seasons. He holds the wind in his hand.
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There is darkness on your lantern and pumpkins in your wind, and Oh, they clutter up your mind with their senseless bumping while your heart is like a sea gull frozen into a long distance telephone call.…
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Thinking hard about you I got onto the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two transfers before discovering that I was alone.
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Chosen by beauty to be a handmaiden of the stars, she passes like a silver brush across the lens of a telescope. She brushes the stars, the galaxies and the light-years into the order that we know them.
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We stopped at perfect days and got out of the car. The wind glanced at her hair. It was as simple as that. I turned to say something—
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For Valerie All girls should have a poem written for them even if we have to turn this God-damn world upside down to do it. New Mexico March 16, 1969
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At the earliest dark answer she turns her hair toward the door. She'll learn, she'll learn that life is more than a closing comb.
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Where I come from it's just another carrot in the patch. Where do you come from, stranger?
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There is so much lost and so much gained in these words.
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