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  • Rivershack

    there's a country song with my name on it
    with no dogs, no trucks, no jail time
    just a road with "no vacancy" signs

    once was your outline in the mist
    streams of hair, wet eyelashes
    blue white smoke from a cabin,

    an embankment with tilting dandelions
    a plum with spots, soft,
    fleshy, breathing, bursting

    a heartbeat with the fury of
    an air conditioner in August
    the stillness of an open wish,

    even in a land of no god,
    Sunday should always be a day of rest.

    (Spring 2008)
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