Sunday, August 5, 2012

she is making a lovely nothing,

loses the stickers in the rain       she is  
her animal-self   the rain-coming--bone-swell just
before the Unsticking she is
a predictor though it aches    she stickers 
her knees and heads into it not-bird-like  
and close-eyed when it comes,   blind-like and so open 
is rain-and-she   of course she tilts her face   up    
her face is a satellite and the Pacific 
passes through her at any time

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