line items
on the Moon
united
in the
space between
brothers caulk
the heavens like
ultra while
rhyming Dylan
with Dylan
the time for string
beckons straw
beguiles the
mind’s sigh
chortling chords
amble in blink
poems exist
in no terms
that a poem
can sustain
wrinklings of
probity in
form the
deck hands:
the new world
spends
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