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Under the Covers
Through the night’s silent fog, drifting
at the stem of the islands.
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Returning to the City of the Flood
I have returned to the city of the flood,
where unsuspecting citizens still wait for the rain to cease
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Whale of a Tooth
It took me under like a whale diving.
Such displacement from our sudden sundering,
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Resurrected Skin
There was this one time that Christ
appeared in the midst of his friends
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Heart of August
I dive through Summer on two thin tires.
Pillars of leaves and needles parse
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Valley of Foxes
You have arranged
a valley, a home for foxes.
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Death of a Woodcutter
Ravens are sweeping down the line of trees,
diving into a fog that
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Autumn in the City (One Hundred Years)
The air is thick with the burning islands.
I wake in the morning to a dry throat.
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Spring in the City (Year Ten)
Look at him looking at her. He
watches her fingers, deftly tucking back
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Winter in the City (Year One)
All is returned to dust.
Every breath is taken back by a jealous
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Summer in the City (Day One)
You must have returned, must be
living, even now, within the city walls,
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Marlin and the Final Journey
I’m not sure why I miss you.
You were just so many pounds