going to the church of the wind
in the tops of the trees
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she comes to the window for the red fox at dusk
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he told himself not to stare at the newborn violets
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in the same photo,
the pacing cheetah and her grandfather's cane
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he gave no reason for wanting to soak his feet in the Lower Vistula
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when they tell you to dye your hair
and change the locks
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Elvis never borrowed my brother's comb,
but everybody loved the lie
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it was Frankie's job to doctor up the coffee
for the grumpy saints
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the world going back to ignoring the green forsythia
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my destiny is already on its third cup of coffee
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"the objective correlative"
must include the worn gray socks of Pete Maravich
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throwing a chunk of coal for a touchdown in Jim Thorpe, PA
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though he makes room,
the regulars on the city bus would rather stand
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Patrick Sweeney is a short form poet and devotee of the public library.
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