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Trust Me Who did I write last night? leaning over this yellow pad, here, inside, making blue chicken tracks: two sets of blue footprints, tracking out on a yellow ground, child’s colors. Who am I? who want so much to move like a fish through water, through life . . . Fish like to be underwater. Fish move through fish! Who are you? And Trust Me said, There’s another way to go, we’ll go by the river which is frozen under the snow; my shining, your shining life draws close, draws closer, God fills us as a woman fills a pitcher. 180 door in the mountain ...

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