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After watching him for a few measures’ time, I walk on. I have no interest in spying. I only look at the things that I am allowed to see from the sidewalk.

so efficiently do quail become creators
of quail like God filling the
desert floor with quail for his

children

Everything inside a mountain

has the right to be forgotten, but I have
the right to know, to access, make the coal seam

public.

Paul Desmond was a famous jazz musician.
He could play altissimo, the highest register.
His tone was light as a soul leaving the body.

But what is wrestling

if not an embrace? It’s too dark to know
you have the same face

In the garden, love is dirt and rain: through every wet blossoming Joanna hears children singing—

My wife
Is reading D.H. Lawrence and says she wants to get a tattoo. She says that I’m not “deep,”
And maybe she’s right.

There’s always
the possibility of never coming back