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Of course, it is a nice poem, from which we feel a difference.
Unspeakable. The word that fills up thepoem, that the headtries to excise.At 6 a.m., the wet lion. Its sewn plush faceon the porch rail in the rain.Heavy rains later, & maybe a thunderstorm.12 or 13 degrees.Inside: an iris, candle, poster of the