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Poems from Water under Water |
Two Girls Leaping | ||
They have a favorite color — this one: Mother is not near, so it is easy to jump in, to test They wear no caps: dark hair spills black puppy tails In what way are they innocent? The fragrance of unawareness They are giddy with the ordinary, laugh in its cold blue * * * Becky is still laughing, gliding like a seal slaps her again, again slaps her. And Jennifer has seen everything. Watch how carefully * * * The pool is empty now, a liquid rectangle. Water has its |
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Speaking Island |
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for my daughters
1. then slowly unsheathes the sun — a changeableness and shadow. You drink deeply this moss-tangled 2. of the body, sweet odors of star-blossoming of fresh coffee, vanilla bean, tapioca, 3. some subterranean text darker than Swahili It's something about the trees that gives 4. of light risen from the underworld risen, and the mind a full moon tidal |
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