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The Sunday thought, hexaemeral,
Assembles the weeks of years of
Heaviness. Its frame seems
To recall the shape of
Woman or guitar;
Out of a round
O floats your
(mute) rest-
Note.
7.26.2005
Working on a new project again, provisional title : My Siena. Can't post much here (bad luck & superstition). Here's one measly section.
Labels:
rejected poems2,
Siena2
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