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Brother shuddered
into his bulk
a fear to jump
the fence though not
the gate.
Fourteen hands
around about
a blazing ring;
what they hitched up
they hiked,
asleep in the drunken
road.
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Undone & to the last:
one for the zipper,
one for the mouth.
Leather tongue
clean of its
unbecoming sound:
a bell under salt.
The hard kneel
in the face
of the blade.
An answer turned
to pacify
a wind of skirts.
What's so special
about able?
The fruit in the jar,
the horse well locked.
One girl only
looked up & wanted
a hand to
take the metal money
like a town.
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Brother begs
his remedy
under the night tree:
hangs a face & goes:
a blank fence,
nothing about
a battle.
An easy trespass
to silence the brothers.
Away the post
a long loose body
girl-weight &
barely posed.
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