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69 Beso Lifts His Nose old friend what are you hearing that I do not hear though I listen —W. S. Merwin We welcome the wind that traveled over the sea and strawberry fields. Beso’s jaw stops working for a moment as one ear turns to the rustling sycamore and the other to brittle leaves spinning on the ground. He lifts his nose to the west and then raises it just a little higher. 70 Beso’s Dust The wind touches Beso’s coat. Earth is a donkey rigged to carry everything until everything dies. Then it will carry dust, Beso’s dust, whirling in the wind if there is wind. ...

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