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Ode to Rob

I wanted to write a poem with such music and guitars, strumming. I tried at the teeth of the sound to draw up legions of noise. I tried at the breakwater to catch the star off each ship, and at the closing of my hands I looked for their homes; I looked for their silences. I found just one. I look for uncomplicated hymns, now, but love has none.

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