I can sit at your
feet, and feel the troubled
waters of my body
still
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Poetry
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Photo: New York World’s Fair, 1965
The art didn’t impress us
as much as the sidewalk
moving us along
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Crossing the Jordan
maybe she woke up, a piece of manna in her bony fist
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The Feast of the Epiphany: Northern California
The dove calls in a voice softer
Than the kiss of holy water
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Elegy, Written in a Soccer Field
Rest well, Linda, of the teased, peroxided hair
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Coalsack Nebula
I am always imploring you to tell me, beloved, if you have left me forever?
