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9 8 S T I L L P O I N T S I N WAT E R The lookful page is watching with its seeds of extra time; as a mother sowed the cosmos, so the page— as a shadow sews a pocket. Plant your feet to the rogue whistle of the sun near interim flowers, waxy Cactus & little Friendly. Demeter sowed the thrice-furrowed field with feathers from the ditch— You make your expressions; psalms visit you; pinnate roses wheel the fall, pinched by summer lightning storms. You write by the window: dust from a bronze age loved by day. You are present. You are here in what you said & say, each vowel a cave with two doors— (for my mother) ...

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