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magnetic poem from 10 years ago, #1
Dream after liquid diamonds
or fall’s explorers.
Cry frantically on pink fluffy beds
and he will see from a vision
in the fast shadows, brilliant
with those magic pictures of Spring.
I go underwater
to rob his misty vision.
My gown is a flood with the lake and the sea.
The sky is white.
The still sun crushes me in place.
The wind is light &
whispers why.