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November 11, 2008
The river stopped
running
at night. Seen
somewhere close.
The sun hits
here in a few
hours.
I never remember if I
placed you in the river. Holding hand signals. Your whisper
called morning. Smoke stacks. A rolling.
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November 1, 2008
The moments are sitting.
These are trying days.
In some one’s breath.
These are wakeful hours.
There were not any
notes to play, just a
hand in the ear, a
whistle off the tongue.
Do you remember
seeing only mountains?
The river banks
stayed just
a wandering place.
I remember
falling in.
Your arms in
An vague memory
idol of appetite.
-like
statue.
A loved one.