Excerpt from The Mudra

From deact


night and
open
as
a child
never
feared an
inch
of her face
it was
a stance
and succulence
even
in sleep
had the graves
a nightingale
asked so far


•


into a century
lay morning
a glass of sorts
if wonder
brought no place
white tinged
with her
stood the length
of a lady's maid
had a portrait been there
stopped the bullet


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when the entire
continent
not then
it was summer now
had spent the hours

trees so bodied
a history
the birds waked


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a better gift
a failure
could open her arms
to fill one flock
rose without
measure
given audience to
the world for one