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THE COINCIDENCE OF STARS

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Home an acorn on the floor
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Between the dust and the books a few deaths
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Amateur night

I sit on the stage

and imitate a stone

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In the crowd

I multiply

and divide

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Snowdrifts

The morning moon

is a fist

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Morning boiling milk overflowed
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A field of new grass so soft I hold my wake here
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Coins in my pocket

Watching seals

swim in circles

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The sky has cleared-

daily a darkness

spreads within me

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At the zoo

I describe to the monkies

the sky’s many blues

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Male parts and female parts am I a flower

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Where I’ve been I cannot say I’m him

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A chick

cracks open its shell-

the world rushes in

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Those clouds

War horses

at their hour

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Winter night

two men pass

without a sound

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The son of man returns fruit carts stacked

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Space junk who’s going to clean it up

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cars pass melting

in an empty wine bottle

a man’s reflections

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along the shore

a row of girls

all in white clothes

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Let’s find a shell

strip it

and make a bed

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We live in the dark the coincidence of stars

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traces of snow facing the morning moon

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She always remains

a step ahead

the marshlands of myself

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My face

was her face

in the beginning…

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Quattro cento face

the body a serpent

laying eggs

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oak leaves in the wind talking again

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gray matter, leaves, swept in a corner

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I cannot decide

which one I’d choose-

Caryatides

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Walking down the stairs

her bodies stir the sun

to be aware

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A prostitute

serves an acquaintance tea-

Sunday

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