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Two Poems for Matthew Shepard
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If only I could get down it alone —But you are getting down it alone . . . Thirsty! I drink from my own well the red and blue fire around my head this minute vanishing I befriended with it Two Poems for Matthew Shepard But what about the blue dory—the soul —Thief the sun Thief the rain Into love the size of a silver dollar [the soul] disappeared to a pencil point then nothing. Left his nails and his hair. The Blue Dory, the Soul —I left the blue dory there had been so much news 22 door in the mountain ...