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dirty dog paws
on my pillow again
the earth in my dreams
I didn’t write yesterday (with pencil)
it was a lost day
hollow and conventional
crazy armed tree
impossibly long limbs
meandering
silence is the only rigour
that brightens
these words
born
once or twice a week
again
silence sinks deep
stitching organs strong
the clouds
are always moving
my persistence
early fall chill
just a few walkers
in the dark morning
a railroad thick with weeds
passing poverty
there are crystals
covering the landscape
this March morning
morning again
alarms calling
my wife to wake
simmering beans
warm nutricious
prose
the sun is gone
this hour
in my electric light
