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      6

      Broken down, or out, as in

      war, or into, soon: my own him.

      How much we carry around

      under our skins, many

      we were, girls and boys

       Now now

      And then then.

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      Then gone and then to come:

      all the time, except the split

      second, except—

      All the time in the world.

      And out of this world?

      Oh little heart on my wrist,

      where are we going?

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      Going home: packed her bags

      to go back ninety years

       burning skirt broken fork

       slow train the old house

      current counter under cross

      The one who gave me time

      is out of time.

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      Time to shut the rattling

      windows slamming doors

      And if at first you don’t and if

      you try again and don’t you

      slip a little slide

      Rope burns hands over

      the book the pages over

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      Over time she—

      Overtime. Timer

      she was Click I mean

      I. Would work the week

      long song bird in the—

      Burning bush ahead, red

      sumac jeweled by sun.

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      Sun, here come the clouds

      again. Between us. You

      could care: you’ll swallow

      us up on your way out.

      You’re almost halfway

      there, and here

      am I, way past half.

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      Half-life, half-light, half-

      moon, half-mast: low

      flag, and every evening down.

      Discovered a world of green

      in him, on the shore

      of newfound skin

      His different hand

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      Hand over hand

      over: change

      for an empty

      Enter the bare page

      Oh keep him safe

      in his thin shift

      on his metal bed

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      Bed for one, my very

      one, own, oh let

      him let him

      Someone’s deep inside

      him now, something

      inside him’s taken is

      it is he let him breathe

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      Breathe light hold

      in the light: him at bandaged

      rest, her last year in her

      last bed: the apple pink

      just under the skin: I

      am floating again a little less

      less the chord resolving.

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      Resolved, that leaves should turn

      and turn: color to motion to rest.

      Flutter of yellow, flash of red, bronze-

      leafed trunk fallen across the path.

      Ducks twitch white tails over the water,

      geese stretch necks . . . All fall down.

      All rise. All different.

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      Different from us. Dry,

      quiet. Still. Still

      Freeman Sarah Rebekah John

      locust maple hornbeam oak

      Timothy. Bent grass under

      our feet, over their bones.

      Katheryn. Out of. Under and over.

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      Over my— my tiny

      planet, growing colder, little

      train that could but where’s

      the track? On, off

      again, over my, un-

      done, nerve

      flinched at No. But maybe If—

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      If. Only. Then

      again. But out

      of time just now as

      the lace of yellow locust

      leaves molecules

      particles waves catches

      its breath begins to hum.

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      Hum of words

      under words: brief

      for breath, him

      for hum, him still

      in his bed for one—

      And clouds so thick and fast

      the whole sky’s turning.

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      Turning now to the newsy world the Red

      Sox take last four claim pennant countries

      taken in or out people counted no

      count bombing voting mission killing

      vision blurred our leader says God says

      had hatred in his heart he said rage

      testosterone he said our leader vote for God

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      God is not a Republican

      Democrat Yankee Red

      Sox fan of him or her—

      But him is whom our bed

      is holding, him my one is home

      again, oh bless him keep him safe

      this little time that is our life.

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      Lifetime, timeline, line-

      up, down time, no time

      to lose time, all time gone.

      More of them, body count a full

      count, bases loaded, all bets

      off, one by one, or war

      time

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