Ears to Hear

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the dry oleander
humps to the eaves and
just past
the green corn
is not as tall as it will be.
it won’t
mask the white face from you
that,
look through the window,
tilts back and away against
the body of the damp corn.
look for
a curve of lips in the silk
or two pale mitts on the haft,
or another white face
with a puddle of blue wool
where the stalk meets the earth.






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