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SUNDAY PRAYER, clvii
time & time again
i like to lie inside the quilt
of songs made by the birds
i feel there things that can't be heard
untold letters of the law
the ray, the trail, the peaceful pipe
that took the red hand man from prison
and were the grounds from which
he long ago had risen
time & time again.
i think of love i think of death
i think of everything that ends
and begins again repainted and rehid,
and filled with coins it was
and wasn't what it seemed it was
a rabbit in a rabbitsuit
a cardboard cutout in a photoshoot
i am
but you're a birthday,
deep with the dayshine
dusk to a moonbreak,
the dust of keepsakes
time & time again, i am i am
das - asheville, north carolina, u.s.a.