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.........The Poetry Of.
................. Karen Corcoran Dabkowski
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............. The Wonder Of Wet
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............. Perhaps if we were made of
............. leather, cured and hard like skins
............. left out in rain then sun
............. with no viscera present
............. and no tears, perhaps then we would not be
............. so quivery
............. coltish-legged
............. in getting close; the threat of leakage
............. salt and water, blood and cum, emotive mixtures
............. of every kind to keep us blind
............. to just how wonderful it feels
............. to get
............. a little
............. wet.
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............. If we were leather
............. maybe we'd be better off, not half
............. as hungry or alive our hearts
............. like baby birds
............. chirping
............. for a
............. ruby worm of love.
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.............. Yellow
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.............. In weeds, in lot
.............. abandoned, long stems
.............. held miraculous
.............. movement: half-hid
.............. yellow heads. Pecking
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.............. bobbing, sometimes wings of
.............. lemon, sometimes black, a busy flutter
.............. five or six were sucking sunlight
.............. being little parts of it. Clung to reeds
.............. of what they so delighted in and chittered
.............. flipped tail, took off in a joyful twirl a
.............. saffron puff of
.............. goldfinch, proving
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.............. wonder sits
.............. and waits for eyes: the wild
.............. canary eyes
.............. my grandma
.............. had.
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.............. Bend The Body Far As It Will Go
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.............. Cock
.............. your soul.
.............. There is full meaning
.............. in a partial line, such as
.............. oh
.............. be mine.
.............. There is no other thing
.............. as precious as the crying out for
.............. accompaniment
.............. before the grave pulls every
.............. eiderdown up over us
.............. and if I hear the creak
.............. upon the stair, the one I always knew
.............. would come, I want you to say yes
.............. I hear it too:
.............. it takes my
.............. heart
.............. from me.
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