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A two-in-the-morning breeze
billows the white curtain.
The full moon plays
preludes on the clouds.
I suffer delusions,
a naked composer,
writing poems
in the kitchen dark.
A spider parachutes down,
legs out like a star. I catch
the web on my wrist
and g
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from The Wind is a Tall Man Striding
watershedBooks
2000
Copyright © Jim Slominski
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