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Tahoe
The beginning, the Word --
"just send me that boy with the motorcycle," & her
laugh
Wind drives the white rain sideways across the porch steps
She hesitates to mention it
Better the codex the golden tablet the semiotics of transcendence even
the red wheelbarrow
& so the rain
Before the cleaving (one part antic loud driven; one part dumb)
and the cleaving (self to the bosom of self, O la!)
her smudging of narrative
that little death
those tears
by Joe Ahearn
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