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Epiphany, 1937

Epiphany, 1937   The blossoming sea and mountains in the moon’s waning the big rock near the prickly pear and the asphodels the pitcher that never went dry at the end of day and the hidden bed near the cypress and your hair golden; stars of the Swan and that star Aldebaran. I’ve held onto […]

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