and that was littleton
in the dark
making sara's tall skin freckling the eyes to thin
kiss in the watery pool spotlight
:that she was as you inflexible remain:
I hear she is a mother now.
That gladdened highway, all beckoned
the broken columns of college.
Ey, the broken collars,
Ho, and lingering guitar necks in her name,
she the
artist hand defying that mother's
beorne fences crossed of christ in
manifold!
in epic!
what to west mountain ocean spirit thing
to burrow to limestone texas and
fashion blackened chains to twisted live oak
flash flood gauge cactus collections
palms in the walkways
never in hallways
and once along that bright body
she makes with you the silver end
of a moonlight trend to ecstasy
a sorrow recalled at the height
release!
how you coil into your warm present
just begging to forget
it takes her mouth to form your name
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