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Mark Salerno


That I might see beyond this windy scape
this wind sock this wind poke in the eye
to love in return the most simple world
O gentle blanket I have loved thee
it is a message carved on a tree trunk
even if we say bad when we mean left
to recapture the fragmented nomenclature
of our experience in the passing cavalcade
thinking how tall he was standing there
and she a pretty pie for a jingle man
she was once glimpsed at Home Depot
to build even a paper house a well-constructed
gambit and a way of seeing the hours slowed
to be alive a little more like this.

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