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Celia's Suite
Celia from 'A'
tenures the lot
Standing near those Grey
Bay's rocky scabs
slapp'd by tide
Stagnant water
Green at the feet.
Into time too
From womb birth'd
briefly hearts
Remark regularly,
Geiger counter
Measuring, drone
Circulating
A style that too
Tho pound for
Pound bests itself
Croons when moored
Hits the deck when able;
Dies. After all, that's
Part of circulations
Verse & volt what
Did they do
The songs from strings
The blood bells the
Thin pines at work,
’44 ash magnum
Coiling skyward?
Copyright ©
Henri Wyatt Blumenfeld
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