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vice

woman

disgrace

cross my heart

sitting tear less

among a lone river

of Oleander

repairing a torn

tin drum

as songs in ordinary time

teach guns

these germs of steel

how to better fire upon

the hours

we each have left

houses of fog and sand

sweet distant places

left unfinished

in the truth

that every man seeks first in

himself

then in God

as well as others

all while embracing the wake

of possible defeat

one plain song

rises proud

a glorious but shadowed butterfly

among a sober click

of caterpillars.............

(March 12, 2000 955pm)