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Illness Poems
Just before the final burning-out,
the Earth-lights flicker like a palpitating heart.
Leaving the Canyon
You leave the Grand Canyon planning to head north and get a hotel room closer to Monument Valley.
Oh you pale little light you / I wasn’t meant to die here / Finishing the Kill
Blazing down neon lit asphalt streets
1.2.3.4.5. Red lights blasted through
George Washington / Daniel Boone / Thomas Jefferson
He was twelve when the cherry sapling still had not bloomed, and his father ordered him to chop it down the next morning, growling about the wasted orchard space.