Loot my point of view,
hove my heart
free from its hived booth
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I'm not interested in sadness,
just a yard as elder earth,
a library of sunflowers
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In flowerbeds we crowd, some praying,
some bowing as the world, minute as it is,
stays in motion: box stores doing business,
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Basho said to refuse a prayer until its warmth hunches inside like
a bird in its hutch. First the fledgling is born, then the worm, then they
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First the towers
fell, then the Dow. A few years later,
while she was still recovering
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Perhaps each color was inspired by a sensation
in his pores, cigarette smoke in his nostrils
or the pleasant rise of heat around his head.
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When autumn turned
the trees and there was nothing
left to do but rake their musk,
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Where the dead are buried with shells over their eyes
we're most disciplined, most weary.
When their statues come to life
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Easy enough now that we've revised
the bestiary, captured it in pixels
and released it on the Net. Our demise
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