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Still Falling

Remember being dressed in

the fur of earth, our loping

limbs? Once I dreamed

of you falling, and I fell

after you, but there was nothing

to land on and I woke up.

And then I wondered if you

were still there, locked

in the dream, still falling,

but without me to find you.

We can’t count on waking,

and if we did wake, opening our

eyes, our backs against

the tough grass, and if we lifted

our hands, what strange

animals would they be?

from Red DeerFind it in the library

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Published in Anne Marie Macari Poems

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