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•฀฀46฀฀• Shapes of a Slow Wind In฀our฀late฀night฀She฀calls฀sometimes. We฀know฀not฀what฀we฀do. She฀has฀another฀lover. I฀cannot฀ever฀see฀Her. Three฀hundred฀miles,฀(She’s฀down฀the฀road.) I฀knew฀her฀only฀once. (What฀tugs฀us฀is฀the฀voiceless฀moon.) What฀fastens฀us฀to฀fire? (We฀know฀a฀swan ฀฀ who฀killed฀a฀woman฀for฀desire.) I’ve฀always฀wanted฀what฀is฀hardest฀won. I’ve฀always฀been฀one฀to฀wander฀alone. By฀the฀water’s฀edge฀I฀find฀a฀girl (It’s฀only฀for฀a฀day) Small฀birds฀ruffle฀and฀the฀day฀goes฀away. We฀try฀our฀best฀to store฀it฀in฀our฀cheeks฀for฀cold and฀take฀it฀to฀our฀grave. Savoring฀fixed฀shapes:฀pocketing฀stones (do฀stones฀have฀wings?)฀The฀immobility of฀stars. When฀we฀should฀know฀the฀wind we฀know฀a฀door฀to฀keep฀us฀in. I฀knew฀a฀woman฀once฀who฀knew฀about฀shapes. She฀knew฀the฀shape฀of฀a฀soul. •฀฀47฀฀• (shapes฀make฀me฀afraid) If฀the฀day฀ruffled฀Her She฀ruffled฀Her฀wings. (I฀wrapped฀Her฀in฀my฀arms฀to฀keep฀Her ฀ from฀the฀cold.) I฀clung฀to฀Her. (Be฀careful฀not฀to฀breathe!) I฀breathed฀and฀She฀let฀go. What฀we฀think฀we฀know฀of฀shapes is฀jostled฀by฀the฀wind. The฀sinuous฀small฀stream knows฀more฀of฀us฀and฀what฀we฀mean. ...

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