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two poems
leaf
go to ground
dumb sacrifice
of sorts
a gathering
wrinkle from bud
to grey
die for me
to autumn it yellow
journey's end
and flutter yet
from here to earth
make light of
sword wind
nobly flame
all falling
for this world
libation for
the gyroglyphs
a little Ra-Ra for the Seti-set
I invite you to
Sufi spin
for dizzies
imagine a merry-go-
make it all music
spin to spark
be dynamo
and on the burning deck
lost pants
green room's all pond and lily
bush behind
in the come again rain
tin rhythm
the winds sing
come out of the weather
to the wise this combo kept
make something sacred of ourselves
around the amphora priapic
Maenad meander
name the script
play up to it
be dotty
join the lines
fill pages here with score
inscrutable we'll be
into a ball and spring
invite you
and us the ghost
to tell as bees
all golden gathered
risen on wings
all because the world spins
curious this writing to make
something once
must have been meant
so the dotty made me smile
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