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breathing

. photo by Toni Frissell she is sometimes still astonished by her lack of gills. the rest of her is fine and finned and flowing, infinite in all this sway. she holds the earth at bay by floating, held soft … Continue reading

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Gondolas

… Spring. He is all floating lack of direction; she the song. Their centers: three-fourths water and spilling, both flush with the quiet gloss of un -knowing. She traces the canals of her own veins under an unfinished fresco sky. … Continue reading

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