time now to reread
each moment- carve
and set, the
rigid thing
into,
a fragile ornament
calendar of hours, of
festival flowers
revive her supple
bone,
that there
the
descending hip
doesn't
sound too
American
her tongue
collapsing
and rising in
shape song
in,
across a boundary
over water to a new
country- a jagged
beauty that
makes her words
sometimes pretty
ugly.
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