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Take a canoe. Take my canoe.
Let it go in the lake.
Turtles will knock their heads
against it -- you will enjoy
their music. I am inside
this poem and I can't get out.
When I woke in Rome
the sky was absent.
It was you, near the columns.
Cats nestled between empires.
Fragments of scarves and waiting.
A boat sailed across my heart.
It sank but my heart kept
singing. I am inside this poem
and I would like to remain.
I missed the cows, grazing
near the apple orchard. I wanted
to turn them into math.
I had an emotion I tried to label.
It was a non-count noun.
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