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I’ve smelled the sweet and stalwart moon
Mingled with the yellow grass;
I’ve heard the cries of ages baboons
As they fished in streams for largemouth bass;

I’ve tasted tinsel left by imps
Which pranced upon my cutlery;
But O, sweet child upon this ship,
Feel every wave of the sleep-forged see:

Feel them behind your shuttered lids,
Within your breast, within your heart;
Look in the deep for starry squid:
Dream on, dream on—before the day’s start.

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My hunger grows like an old accordion—
One deep harmonic almost-chord
which resonates in the hum-drum-drum
clippity-clop, in the autumn’s hoard.

I scramble about the falling leaves
and wonder what the Magi saw
in the multivalent sky. I pause
for the not-yet-ice to thaw.

The summer is forgotten and lost…
Dissonant pangs of something rued
flirt in my mid-section. Waste
not what the autumn gifts to you.

If not a shining son, beneath
the newborn star I will seek and find
something to chew between my teeth—
Something new, something mine.

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