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WOVEN WATER
More than once we hear him address the sea;
the rage for order, as Stevens says, is blessed,
and even our dreams, as they wind across the width
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THIS NOT THE POEM I MOST WANT TO WRITE
Here at dawn in mid-January
there are no lightning bugs,
nor is there an orchestra
of locusts and frogs,
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TATTOOS
Unlike the other men in the family, my father
has no chains or skunks with attitude,
or his last name over crossed Italian flags,
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CARDINALS
I had seen them in the tree,
and heard they mate for life,
so I hung a bird feeder
and waited.