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I cry sanctuary on this small

patch of land

Every amen that ever broke our

pious hearts is heard now,

as twilight descends, and

disguises itself as a shadow



I kissed you tenderly

yesterday

as you slept in your field of

oriental lillies

Libby says you felt it, says that

you knew I was there

I held her up, best I could

in my arms.



and your soul filtered up

at 7AM

while I was getting in my truck and turning the radio on



story teller.

Go to your garden

Leave us alone.

leave us be, in our soggy shoes

our clammy hands

our stone of stones





Oh, Marion, this lie is for you