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Angled Horses Sun

Along white church March a light spread
in redemption—across the evening chins

and cheeks of young men reclined in trucks,
heaviness and repose.  Beer cans.  Cars.

Commerce.  The unkind things that eye the spirit
with jealousy, hiss and make wishes.  Fuchsia

pants and cerulean blouse pass gently across
the church:  a little satori happens outside.

The pines dance.  The oaks gnash and wail
in their nakedness.  The pines peristyle

in bright cloaks of redemption:  this world
is so abstract it enchants the horses to eat it.

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