June 16, 2007

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The Stones

It is the air that holds you down In this senselessly beloved town, While piercing frost deep ‘neath our bones… Beware of how you touch the stones Who pave the street; enslave your feet; Entrance the lost who pass above them, Till you over-glorify and love them, Till every tourist we once hated Is un […]

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June 16, 2007

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The Serpants

We are living for a breath of cold. As we watch the shadows fold Into olive sands … The bays Of salty waters Mark our days; By the ripples, By the tides. We come forth limping, ― Leave in strides. And the heat lays Like a hound. The children know The crooked sounds Of serpents, […]

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