February 2  2005

One-thousand four-hundred sixty-one

baptism in knowing and not knowing

twelve days after love collects

hard laughter, coinciding poetry and cold reproduction

five days after traffic

“a patch on the dump road yesterday”

two days ago barely and then barely now

clinging to wet ice yesterday, say five minutes, not cold in deep water


not fearing memory

fearing embarrassment in help

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