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You call it

Dawn but it’s the train

that rolls through town

I finish my thought and fall in love with big weeds

at the funeral

you touch my hand

for a moment

June rain

the exigent fragments

recluster

don’t hate the new

people it’s not their

fault either

I dwell on the purpose of the cranefly

cracks in

the sidewalk empty

of weeds

1993

new hat

your hair smells

like Pakistan

1992

the fly settles

on the last page

of the book

1992

she shudders in

her sleep an ambulance

at dusk

1992