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1st st speaks
pt 1 it starts, Atlantic Seaboard Fall Line Baltimore Maryland Herring Run Jones Falls Gynn Falls Atlantic Seaboard Fall Line Gynn Falls Atlantic Seaboard Fall Line say it again againSay it out loudPiedmont regionrepeat after me Piedmont region Piedmont region Atlantic Seaboard Fall LineRepeat several xPhysiography. repeat againagain again find your ownBeat ~ physiographic i…
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Those first thick gusts of spring
We are driving out to the island the second Monday in a row for me, a Monday ago in the buoyant warm of growing moon gibbous round and all those first thick gusts of spring, and now Tom and I, a totally spontaneous date the tidewater springs and gullies high with rain the echo cacophony…
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i see the storm we go south in
(or, cypress calling home~) the way it happens is the weight of the wet gray sky landing all in my hair making it so it is all i can breathe of the air backyard woods beneath the three galant ladies triumph tulip poplars ancient mama owl face mother night she prays and prays ladies wet…
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to walk a long mile
green as Moss headed a light in the skyblooms tiny as the lady’s, the saint’s wee flowers pushing the dry earthagainst itself crackingground i count grace we walk a long while, pass three oaks all of us carrying candles litby her flame we walk a long mile under the grey gyres of sky the blossoming…
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To A Young Poet
I don’t usually write because I’m too busy being afraid of it. Not of writing but the it. It’s more like breaking open a fruit. Not to taste but to see what bleeds out. Here is a country. Here is a person in that country who has no papers but digs holes in the earth, plants trees,…
Kel 