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Beating Heart, Dancing Feet  

  Morning Cento 


Our traverse through the morning light was this:
past ample oleanders with their rising mist of bloom,
leading to more sober ordinarianna, to copper
and viburnum—both quite effusive—and frankly not

our expected pursuit; so these dervishes drew us
through to a weedy road that ran straight out
to a weedy countryside.  An aria, almost beyond
our hearing, lifted and rose as we felt something

slip near the heart of things...   If the unheard
was spoken less softly, and all else was again
motionless with the sudden exit of desire, we might
again recall just this:  some girls hurrying away

from the rain as if in startled response to some other
unrevealed, unkempt, and not-yet-issued aspiration.



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