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“And Perfume Precedes the Dead Letter”

The moon becomes large
Two people fall in love
As another one weeps
Pantomime in Cumaquid
The girl’s lilting voice
Could she reappear?
Red sunsets behind
Driven through a dark cloud
Car is womb warm
Perfectly detailed
Metal Orange Flake
High-Gloss blood pounds ear
Accidents in cars
Children's faces blur
That angel at your side
Books left unfinished
The bed will not be made
I stare at the door
The highway past your house
Like a wave that never crashes
As you know you've always drowned:

(In Robinwood Pond)


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