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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.

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