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Dean Young Poems
- Centrifuge It might have been midnight when last we ...
- From &Quot;This Living Hand&Qu... It's not only the word ...
- Sky Dive In school it had been important to learn the names...
- White Crane I don't need to know any more about death from ...
- My Work Among The Insects The body of the lingerneedle is ...
- Bay Arena When I worked in the bookstore in Berkeley, ...
- Belief In Magic How could I not? Have seen a man walk up to ...
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Centrifuge
It might have been midnight when last we talked
and now I've got this poem that keeps flying
apart which accounts under these xenophobic stars
for all force: gravity, magnetism wind, the ling-
ering of a kiss, a judo throw although
there's yet to be a single formula for it.
Save us from single formulas. One room
smells like ash, another smells like fruitcake.
One cardinal sits on a branch, another under.
You've got to be a bird to understand any of this,
feathery and hollow-boned. You've got to be
a claims adjuster staring at a storm. ...
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