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I left my clothes

and books

my skin

a snake

—the only one in the country!

Our sign

life    twice

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Scarab rolling a ball of dung

across the ground

scarab hieroglyph:

to come into being

:

scarab rolling with the sun

across the sky

Atlantic

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No one’s a house

for me anymore

or me for them

Home    not words but

I know it on my lips

it will come    it will melt

like ice on a stove    and I will drink it.

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You walk across your self

as you walk across a dirt road

crossroads at dusk

and across a field    outsider

a field    and a field

steps go beside you    the sun

crossing a line    sun kind to you    sun you.

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Under

water

look up at the dots of the sun run

along on the other side of the water line

under the white pine

the stars run along

on the other side of the sky’s line    no lines

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Snow

falling slow

filling our footprints

writing a word

changing it

night

at the window

two birches, blown together.

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Snow falling

off the Atlantic

out towards strangeness

you

a breath on a coal