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First draft!

I can't say a lot but I have a solid draft of a new poem, called, at least for now, "One Year." It started out 100 pages & now is down to 60. There's still some to fix or cut & some basic decisions about form but for the moment I'm basking. Here's how it starts:


Some speak of Rome & some of Paris

I speak of Sioux Falls & Spain

without the face I loved when young

nowhere is beautiful


there is no wall left to this village

thunder & rain

wet with wine

tomorrow we plow to the sea

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