Shotgun
What kind of being
does our longing
create, cedar-cloaked
ghost clutching
at our knees, riding
shotgun, showing
us how the farthest-
away hills earn
the translucence
we keep draping them
with, even when
it keeps sliding off.
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Tuesday, November 6, 2012
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