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unfinished poem

July 7th, 2006

veins coursing red, languid
kite in wind, loosely flapping
wind sudden, spins vicious, backhanded
trees bend in on selves, bowing prostrate
blood in veins, ribbons of warmth
sharpen, tighten
taut pointed icicles
hooked, reeled

Inside chest
a clamp,
wills itself unfisted
of space,
flop and flip
return to salt water
a kite flapping loosely
in wind

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