She's learning about the desert
where things are not as flat as they seem.
She needs the plain, the wind, scrub,
no longer believes mirages
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Without roots and prefiguring
the shaping of ferns
bronze bright in the sun cleft
along a wet fault line
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I have put my hand out to the word.
It’s been there for days. Hovering
between the newspaper and the television.
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You’ve heard this story before –
becoming unravelled in Europe
or assaulted in some roadhouse
but bold as nipples and booted.
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Fifteen minutes at the autobank, waiting for money,
and the nations stroll by with their children
and the new languages.
So many words for Saturday and shopping,
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The snow was in the sun
There was a prick in garden
A truck jack-knifed the particulars
There was a smell of old gas
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Where are your eyes?
Nothing has prepared us for this.
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January soaks the hill with white sky
grass writes into blood and a river of heat sings
Music loads the morning with legends
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The way you turn at night toward me
so I take your breath across my face, then
away. And I breathe you, back bare
as a beautiful open country, pale surface
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To move slowly at the bench
and cupboards of a lit-up kitchen,
to watch a woman do this
and then walk on. To turn
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