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poems
from Blue Sonoma
from Blue Sonoma
from Blue Sonoma
In the slow spin of stars, a dancer turns
He wears a tall hat. His arms stretch –
one out, one up. His robes flow.
In the slow spin of stars, a woman sings.
Her voice floats on her breath.
She opens her mouth and words emerge.
In the slow spin of stars, a boat glides.
It rides the currents.
It is made of glass. It carries the sun.
In the slow spin of stars, a yellow dog
lies on the pavement, her nose in her groin.
She is a bitch, a cur. She has tits and pups.
In the slow spin of stars, a tree grows.
Its branches curl up and are wrapped
by two vines. It’s a pillar of greenery.
In the slow spin of stars, crystals form.
All the elemental glyphs.
Alphabets.
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