Stripped
you're beginning to float free
up through the smoke of bushfires
and incinerators
the unleafed branches won't hold you
nor the radar aerials
You're what the autumn knew would happen
after the last collapse
of primary colour
once the last absolutes were torn to pieces
you could begin
How you broke open, what sheathed you
until this moment
I know nothing about it
my ignorance of you amazes me
now that I watch you
starting to give yourself
away to the wind
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I've run across her before, in the "New Yorker" if I remember right and always said "when I have more time I'll grab a book of her's". Like everything else, I need to make time instead of waiting! Thank you!
alan
Stay Strong. Because you are.
STB
=)
Just wanted you to know I am sorry....that I am praying for you....
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