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it is that I look at the sky a bird sitting on the fence singing to itself Advertisements
the dead leaf clung to the branch it would make a good poster for a wall of someone who understood where souls find thought
each day a sky her color lovely
a flower I paint it in this poem like van Gogh to give you
I don’t know if I have rivers I could make a canoe of my rib bones and see if I can row it someplace perhaps Eve being made of bone would know if there were rivers in me
not quite a pyramid maybe San Francisco Bridge
once were men who wore no clothes and killed dinosaur once were dinosaur who wore no clothes and killed men once were woman who wore no clothes and killed both men and dinosaurs but they never killed the poets