Sunday, May 16, 2010

To Settle My Body And Cry At Your Coquina Doorstep Comments

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Like a leaf winnowing for the sun,
I come out and sing for your world:
I run my fingers down the rivers of your brown flesh
While the day plays like a girl in a seemingly everlasting
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Robert Rorabeck
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