it's not the way
you waltz to the music
the music, itself, a matter of fact
our dedicated sector, a longing
packed lightly with sticks and earth
sensory need, a pagoda beyond the shed


a body beyond
the people, these stepping
stones of logic, faithfully
gathered, what we call
science,   restitution
and mop-up


an open market
a bruising kiss
coal dust
an open shaft
a trade confirmed
mine memory
(big dig)


to idealize
the warrior if not the war
a ritual dance precedes an affair
this was his interest and her demand
that a man shall come and go
that passion dim a noonday sun


a sprinter's stance
the possibility of worlds neither
probable nor desirable, hope
compressed within a count
believers united
within the need to run

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