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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Jan 2025 16:43:06 -0500</pubDate>
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			<title>Stained Glass</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 01 Jan 2025 06:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>My father holds a panel of glass
<br>
between us: we are both bathed blue.
<br>
Wordlessly, we let the light pass
<br>
through. Where blade scores, glass breaks true.
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			<title>Walking the Sea</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2005 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p> Walking the sea, I think of the small diaspora 
<br>
 of the hermit crab, and the unshackled shell. 
<br>
 I think of the sealed spiral, niche and cupola 
<br>
 the nautilus crafts as if the ether windowed spirit level. 
<br>
 I think of the mollusk that lets the coffined pearl, 
<br>
 blind eye white as albumen&rdquo;grow. 
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			<title>Love the Lovely Boomerang</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2004 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p> Love the lovely boomerang  
<br>
 remands, in command and countermand,  
<br>
 circumnavigations that sang  
<br>
 exile and reply out of the waiving hand.  
<br>
 The little hertz of heartbeat  
<br>
 (or the singing voice in graph)  
<br>
 so necessary, so obsolete  
<br>
 like the dead&#146;s last telegraph.  
<br>
 Love the lovely boomerang,  
<br>
 mahogany curved bands  
<br>
 in unrequited air hang  
<br>
 mobile&rdquo;then as if in reprimand  
<br>
 the striped wood taciturn, turns and turns&rdquo; 
<br>
 to the willing hand returns. 
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