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| Barn Door, View From Within Gary Heller © |
mea vitae
peregrinum spiritus
lacertus manus
scriptum
cum gallinis
strange upper hand
human guile bands
take to dancing
with all my poems
like birds taking
to the old barns
I sat tuffet-ed
curd-ing afternoon
churning a burning
every arm learns
a milk fed lassie
scented with her work
indeed turns me on
fantasy, a needed
tranquility chord-ed
all the white keys you knew
take just so much trafficked
or fall asleep never
remembering that one
time you wrote down old poems
left a notebook nearby
EJR ©
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