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NOT EXPECTING AN ANSWER

Written by: Ruth Stone | Biography
This tedious letter to you,
what is one Life to another?
We walk around inside our bags,
sucking it in, spewing it out.
Then the insects, swarms heavier than all the animals of the world.
Then the flycatchers on the clothesline, like seiners leaning from Flemish boats when the seas were roiled with herring.
This long letter in my mind, calligraphy, feathery asparagus.



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