in polite but scattered
applause. Someone should
paint this.
A storm rakes
upriver cloud to cloud;
it’s only backdrop because
it’ll die out
long before getting this far west.
The next one I think she wrote.
Her songs
reach conclusions.
They are gathered they resemble
birds and geography. Frontiers
blend into zones and then open
space she sings something like
a sparrow that’s fallen.
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