Ready the Frontier

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in the groves you receive me

hanging roses in the ways

     of my god

    

pinched & receding

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we are demons ripening

     at the last of places

guardians of sick water

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                  we send our mother

             of all places away

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then we wage for a time

even the sun cannot meet

     & we scare like fire

hiding high

     in the trees

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Portions

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First offering

after a burial

     & imperfect

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          tiger lilies

          & a Kit Kat bar

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Big Sur in pursuit

as the sunlanding honeybee

     scooping into its mouth

your melted candy

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Limekiln bright & habitable

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     Mother beside me

& where on earth

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did you enter the dark

     spot of my brain

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          the sea

               moon-aglow

          slivered

          & coasting

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the night as we wish

rolling in my belly

midday persimmon

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     hungry

not angry

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             some kind of

                  first love

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I give over

     to the honeybee