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In the book I can remember the catalpas

the long legged woman from Tennessee, verso

page among the last 50, Eastern sky

aglow at evening and there she was

twisty catalpa holding its bean pods black knives

like someone walking almost silently

in the woods. I can remember it there–

soft tread on the dank leaves of mind–

suchness and the place it proposes.

Words birds news intrudes shapely with Time.

Bemused angels with no one’s time but their own.