months long sunbreaks & slidesacross sky pan& the fog &funk rise togreet us inbeds split bysweat-slick sheets& look there’s not much tosay except sorryabout the garagedoor & heydid you everbuy any plums?


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swamp summer hip-highin minnow mud &frog scum, skyan open tearcrowded by shrub-top& tree-crown & conventthoughts caught on tonguein birdsong & chirrup& things left unsaidin untwinings & whatdid you expect?


blessed bethe meekfor theyare quietas chuchmice nibblingblessed bethe poorfor in povertythey knowwant & kneadtheir dailybreadblessed bethe dyingfor theyare nearerto peaceblessed bethe thirstyfor theirdesire isnever quenchedblessed bethe youngfor theyare sparedfrom knowingblessed beyou whowonder foryour aweshall keepyou free