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In the corner of the kitchen window,
a crane fly is caught in a spiderweb.

It has not stopped struggling
all afternoon.

  Inside,                  small fish

             may nest             till they grow big                        (inside the bell).

Unfaith. Is how that which. Without which. Is nothing.
Is nothing before and then after.

all the grandmothers who couldn’t let go
are given a sword and some kind of new eyes

Her British husband messages from Maine:
I need more time 2 think. It’s peaceful here.

the fool who drinks the moon learns the moon’s old lesson

But your face is quicker than sparrows

I feel I’m floating on a pond
of sadness,

the children
were everywhere,
some you gave birth to
and some you didn’t,

The Z falls from doze
waking us to the forested creature inside