They have new villages in our town- like light bulbs
Turned on over a desert of ghosts and lost
Spelunkers:
Like a single rose curled up over the bones of
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Succession of crepuscule into night on my littlest of
Streets.
My vocabulary becomes dimmer, while the mailboxes
Shrink outside,
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It happening or galloping up
From a graveyard of horses
There in the armpit of Florida with the
Tourism of hummingbirds-
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Her family in the satin woebegone
As if lying down in a holiday of movie theatres:
Her family the brushstrokes of her fear,
Or my forgotten art- how it fails like matchless arson
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Then it happened from a window looking out into
Dusk:
So many windows in a house, my car approaches and then
Moves away:
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Abbreviated by a dandelion
And made to laugh at yourself- forgetting where
You misplaced your liquors or how
Far you really ran from the wolf you
...
What is there to say of your love- you have
Gone to Palmetto to be with your husband, to see your
Son-
And from my life, like mist rising from the campuses
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Dogs lay brilliant beside their home:
The entire mountain has burned, and Alma has run
Away to Ocala:
When I made love to her, it was just after her husband
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They are selling something to the black men,
As to the doors the step, and in their colors dimmed-
The swing-sets emptied behind them,
And the airplanes flying stiffed winged through the
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Roe in the lost chalices- in the cul-de-sacs
Of suburbia where Halloween has come and gone,
And the truants fart like knights lost from
Their errands-
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