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16.v.24
cheek by jowl
I have
always felt
those
close in the alphabet
were
relatives of a sort
like those
near one’s birthday
we are
called from the same roll
absent
selves equally
or the
people on the street you’ve passed
with their
few degrees of separation
the ones
on tv
sheltering
from the blast
(that’s
why they’re there)
terrible
things each other does
shook for
the rest of a life
otherwise
never so far from mine
of course
punched senseless
the eye
and its mind
by the
grace of
thus
our flight
from to fellow feeling
broken, the
rat in my trap
breathing
last
shining
bright to bristle
all
creatures of a horoscope
companions
of the way
hutch
hidden
or
breezing it up
each its
own heaven hell
leafly to
joy
the ants
I smell
them working
and they
smell the rain
even a
tree will bleed
and all of
us are dancing
heads up
toes
tucked in below
on this
very same blue ball
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