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Improvisations I run the river bank through lilies & lavender & rest against the weeping willow & remember you speaking of a time in your childhood when there were geese & ducks & pigeons & you fed them by hand & the sun cast your shadow long in those days & when the old man died you left & came here & fashioned a boat & we met on a Sunday & I swam out to test your resolve & you threw me a buoy & reeled me in. It was different then but not today – when I see your body snared in the willow’s roots / I know there will be no end . . . |
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