In the string-light glow,
I laid provisions
on the pressure ridges
and in the dunk tank,
a steam membrane,
a giant cloud
darted with oranges.
Wild rice in the ilk.
Wind split the pavilion,
coiled the century around.
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Visiting ear on top, peril
watered down, of whitened form,
milieu vinegared,
shared while the lipsnatch hovers,
the promised spit of heaven.
Sugared be the beet, the red ant,
the spiked border,
and intimate the oscillating
thumped hip, feigned,
the smoke learning.
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The blue church smoked.
Stiff and blest, we shook
our cloaks out and cut
camp. It was dawn,
the sheep going left
then right in panic,
ewes trembling under
trestle tables. The feast
was spoiled—a wreck
of meat and copper.
The image of the saint
half-sunk in tallow, tilted,
and bodies, three of them,
still wearing their crusted
habits. The stilt-walker
swung in his tree.
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