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Sunday, May 23, 2010

Poem beginning with a line by Miles Davis

Don't play what's there -
play what's not there.

upright in
the long paddock
gathers rain


we praise each new word
on the child's lips

moon moon

pale cuticle
in the daylight sky


body rags
slouch toward

pianola rolls at play
in memory's chapel

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