A sampling of the poems:
.15.
a beautiful big dog is playing with squirrels approaching slow like a cat but looking them in the eye like a gunslinger
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.20.
daylight — any particular time wondering how it should be to look and see the reflected light of a star and call it illumination hitting trees and bouncing off their skins, which i call bark and telling me that this time, with the sun shining behind them they are what is known as black shadow shapes playing in the wind
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.32.
sometimes when a wind comes up lifting the leaves against each other shifting silverly it feels as if the surface of the earth is shifting layers — once adamantly fixed shifting, shifting sky sliding on earth with wind in between and me, helpless before this shuffling of the land i might fall off go slipping, sliding, endlessly, if the balance shifted only slightly where would i find myself? in the sky? beneath the earth? all the same when the wind blows
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