Marlys West Poems

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1.
Here Is The Church

They had never spoken
to me before, save one, once, when a basketball jammed
its knuckle and for three days straight that finger
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2.
The Oddest Sea

Sing, Muse, in the old whimwham before terza rima. Holler
Thy wine-dark dithyramb, Rose-Fingered Dawn, and so on;
How goes it? Whence and then some,
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