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Another Reservoir
04:25
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rain is static on an eastside street
walkin around here, dogs bark at my feet
mountain takes up the whole space of sky
above a baseball field
running around an empty field
lookin for another reservoir
wood like rivers of wax melting
dead rhododendrons
pipes choking in their neglect
the streets were dark and wet
running around an empty field
lookin for another reservoir
snowing, front porch, cold sky
blackness goes so far
first step, front yard, blue coat
midnight walk to the bar
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Loyal Blood
03:40
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I get tired of each new job pretty quick
moving, easily without meaning
Loyal Blood on my mind, family
he's running from the original crime, himself
rusty campground light outside
sides of pool sucking aloe water
bike riding round the pool, smokin
"Someone got sick, why she'd go right on over and help out, fix supper, do the wash. I've often thought in the last few days, that if she was here, she'd know what I am going through, thinking both Toot and Mink had killed themselves in shame. She felt again that new stir of curiosity about her own death, that came to her in the early morning. A stir that came and went like a jumping muscle." -Annie Proulx
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Windy Field
05:57
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she lies on her back, face tilts to window and sky
wind tosses cherry blossoms in clusters against the glass
like bubble gum popping, she wants to hold them tight in her lips
she harvests hundreds of leeks in the rain
wood fiber, green leaves, they come up with big clods of mud
she cuts off the roots with a harvest knife, bright yellow
caught up in a circle, work and recovery
take a break to escape it, caught back in the tumbling flood
out in the windy field, something caught her sleeve
back in her kitchen she dances to a song
thinking about a dream she used to have
now she works in the windy field of life
caught up in a circle, work and recovery
take a break to escape it, caught back in the tumbling flood
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Hollow
04:43
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hollow and moving to song, long trail leads me back to the park
hollow and moving to water, long trail leads me back to the heart
moaning warble under creosote oars and gridlocked grate
soft lapping like mouth sounds
swimming breaststroke, lips parted
constant cars on Schuster
couple walks slow, throwing bottle
last time when love's bond, hot and raw
filled crevices of uncertainty
photo booth, electric light magic
memories swirl in places that don't exist anymore
project it on a wall, take a picture to stop it from going
hollow and moving to song, long trail leads me back to the park
hollow and moving to water, long trail leads me back to the heart
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