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LOVE IN THE DETAILS

the night wind
rocked the ancient trees
till they gave out
their knocking creak
and
the peep-eye moon
stood watch
a storm comin’
snow coming
crows’ seed
will be buried
by morning
no worries
not a worry
there’s always a way
to feed somebody

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VALUE

purple martins’ majesty
displayed
on these hills
with their homes in gourds
hung on the posts
of the clothesline
mandolin
plays
the mists rising
and the secrets
folded into these hollows
generations of a people
my name among them

union was a dirty word
a’fore silicosis ever was