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rounding up
and here are the heart’s adventures
stragglers too
in a well fed season
could say festive
a lizard skitter
in the underbright
every dream creature counted to be
the rote thing
the body
is all cells at war at peace
rounding up
stray notions
weeds yellow to a death with this
halfpennies and farthings
the lamblight cloudly
for a bulb
too lazy to count
I ache in it
not enough
years in the day
soul in the life
rounding up
the lost words and phrases
at their heels
and make them mean again
we who work at the thing
night and day
like this
there’s more to lose
than our chains
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