Bernadette Hall

You dream a hand
that will stitch a flag
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A softer sun
& smaller lusts
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Wine slips
over the lip
of a red glazed cup
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I know some things
like you'd rather have seen a rotary
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Shadow of a shadow
in paradiso
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From cool pilasters
extravagant flung arches
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Three years I am obsessed
with him, the man who is not
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It must be
that he loved
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I buy the silk
for $45.00 from a friend
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There are too many words
like in a Russian novel
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We're doin' alright
in this little land
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A slate step, a brass knocker, the old
forgotten greeting, failte. I thought the stories
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Here I am with my winter heart, my winter
body like an old suitcase. It's summer,
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Native or exotic?
Hey, you calling me exotic?
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The lay sister slides her hands
through holy water. Chops
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You boiled the bad fish,
sweet jesus, you boiled
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Bless all gentle creatures like the lion
that comes up to you pad pad as you sit
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The clouds stack up like gorgeous quilts on the horizon.
The body is the ship that will take us to an honest place.
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There is a fine line between the painter's
finger and her thumb, between the open door
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We are such old
friends, one hundred
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