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Think of the year as a house: door flung wide in welcome,
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i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear
This morning, mildew powders the zucchini leaves
and crows fly the obsidian highway.
Savoring my first dark coffee,
I long to plunge my fingers
O lente, lente, currite noctis equi—
Yes, that’s what I want right now,
Just that sensation
Of my mind’s gradual
Deceleration, as if I
Took my foot off the gas
And the Buick rolled to a stop.