Excerpt from Annulments
The Mountains Overhead
1.
I sang: Tell me of the heart which exists
in which to continue is not
to confine
8.
To bring you to this:
We row out now over the lake where stars are
these muscles sobbing makes
Slashed across nightsky like bones
in owl droppings
31.
As though the end of harvest were not
farthest from harvest
As though reunion were not so close to ruin
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Real Time
In another life, they watch one dance in the square
tide up through cobbles, watching not themselves moving then
a turned bed, apple fog from a cart, man offloading
his satchel of styrofoam shavings to water. He returns
waves his hand before him for the string that is the light,
and quieting at her socks on the sill canal stiff on the glass,
one on crutches toppled from a taller bridge she wakes
and will not love you less
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The shared
Imagining of distance
A kind of closeness
Evening settles
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Reading together is mostly looking up
The world a more literal place this morning
Standing not with a loaf but the flour