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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
dark

pianola rolls at play
in memory's chapel

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