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After York
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Way before breakfast, before the neighbors leave for work…I put on my birdskin coat, scurry up the pin oak to a crook in a bough. I have brought: a wisp of hay from here, a tuft of soft moss, a twig from there. The tangle of string, which the schoolboy dropped, moulds my findings into a cozy bowl…some tiny niche in the big world that I can care for. From these heights, the houses are strung out like laundry on the ridgeline—All this labor is a longing for a soft voice to mix with my own. Through unstilted conversation, I could show her all that is good— within me, within her. After all, this bed was built for two…some tiny niche in the big world that we can sing for. From these heights, the houses are strung out like laundry on the ridgeline. And the streets end where our eyes take them.
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