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from: “Terms of Brother”

(In Memory of Jack Rose)

remain to sweep across
the edge, distort

the signs of passing
blessed be the name

brother scolded, a slip
of the tongue
aside, a sentence


saw something claw
at smoke, Kensington
thought’s beginning

one light to strings

struck deep a coral
garden, buzzing

color against skeleton
& left, left

spirits in the house

steel bursts
in the morning between
snow & rain
Posted 12/28/09
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