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and no moon belly answers when the guy in black socks on the beach wonders where the world is there you are tossing a night in bed straddling a tricycle that will take you to strawberries and cilantro goat cheese and white- headed angels growing

suddenly all the green in the garden is missing the waters of far off resevoirs march

mosquito bitten kneesknees bitten kittens and brief stars of fireflies from this heightyou look small, butsnug in

you are the most beautiful wreckrecluse, baby and dog in the apartment pawing the streets of the citysomeone scrambled the advertisementi'm stuck on advertisementsbut i can't hear your french hornsblowing songs of last Tuesdaysongs thatshowed your sm

it was this Sunday or the other the one where she’d stepped out of the grand hall into the pathless scrub that might lead to honeycombs or dreams      she’d collected fungi from underneath water-soaked p

I love barefeet because I’m the one tostand still long enoughto feel acorns pushing shoots up and underI don’t have to move, but life movesand the cinnamon ruff-necked sparrowbuilds nests from the fluff I’ve combedfrom my dog’

the Red enchantment          dreams content and impulsive  in a “no-man’s-land”     of the sequoia spirit    a quiet     &n

boys wearing yellow vestsbrandished stop signs on polesused them as scoops to flood the othersthree non-crossing guardsaltogether, drenchedand laughing - I wantedtheir job, the best in the worldwhen a mini van approached the unfordable puddle,one bor