...the flowers of the arctic
the moon
arrows. I am asleep I can't be dreaming.
Universal spindle thread around ring fingers--it's growing.
The pale cool canvas=glowing.
Heart fought its way from a warm white cage
stopsign arithmetic!
Her father, the aviator
Her voice woke the stars, night's victory.
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