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The lamb was tangled in the soccer goal netting ...
my wife is standing / awake and bemused / at the living room window // as i consider the sun / glowing in her hair / and the day ahead
where the figgate burn / pours into the firth / the sunrise in the distance // burns a hole in the morning / casts a spell on me / as i wake to sleep
I’m at a conference with my librarian wife ...
sunrise on the firth / at the end of earth / in the early sunlit north // solstice on the river forth / these words in my mouth / sunrise moving south
I’m pals with a rap star (someone like Ice Cube but not Ice Cube) ...
houses made of stone / and sinew and bone / give over to the morning // let go of bitter scorning / give thanks in your bed / rest your heavy head
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I’m laid out on an exam table in a doctor’s office ...
The dreams of the house sequestered in the house ...
the horizon line / divides a stanza / above of red lusty light // from the stanza below of / calm slumbering dream / we are rising from
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