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Now that there are green sprouts pushing through dead leaves. And fat yellow jackets float on the breeze. The waves kiss the shore and the air is warm.
We stopped for coffee in the Redwood forest. Giant dripping leaves, spoons of powdered cream. I wanted to kiss you but I wasn't sure how. Like those Indians, lost in the rain forest.
Chicago is where the woman downstairs. Starved herself to death last summer. Her boyfriend Ted ate hot dogs and wept. With the gray rats out on the fire escape.
The giant of Illinois. Died from a blister on his toe. After walking all day through the first winter's snow. . Throwing bits of stale bread to the last speckled doves.
The giant of Illinois. Died from a blister on his toe. After walking all day through the first winter's snow. . Throwing bits of stale bread to the last speckled doves.
My ghost drives around with a bag of dead fish. Falling neutrinos drift through the trees. He staggers and reels, runs up credit card bills. And clogs up the toilet with bottles of pills.
We came in this world together. Legs wrapped around each other. My cheek against my sister's. We were born like tangled vine. . We lived along the river.
Last night, I went out walking. Out on the edge of town. Not going no place special. Only wandering around. . I came upon a river. I thought about what you said.
Down in the valley of hollow logs. Two lovers lay in the weeds. Safe in the net of their sweaty arms. Safe from the wind in the trees. . My love, said the boy, you're the clear blue sky.
The Cathedral in Cologne looks like a spaceship. Like the hand of God falling from the sky. A thousand stone-carved saints hang like icicles. But icicles don't take hundred years to die.
I am not afraid when you call me down. Down the basement steps under the house. Down, down in the ground. . Black cows are limping, the white dogs bark.
Down that foggy road. Slow centipedes crawl. Plum blackberries fall. And the ground is dark as blood. . Down that foggy road. The moon burns red as flame.
We stopped for coffee. In the redwood forest. Giant dripping leaves. Spoons of powdered cream. . I wanted to kiss you. But I wasn't sure how. Like those Indians.