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Amends by Adrienne Rich
Nights like this: on the cold apple-bougha white star, then anotherexploding out of the bark:on the ground, moonlight picking at small stones
as it picks at greater stones as it rises with the surflaying its cheek for moments on the sandas it licks the broken ledge, as it flows up the cliffs,as it flicks across the tracks
as it unavailing pours into gashof the sand-and-gravel quarryas it leans across the hangared fuselageof the crop dusting plane
as it soaks through cracks into trailerstremulous with sleepas it dwells upon the eyelids of sleepersas if to make amends
Amends by Adrienne Rich
Nights like this: on the cold apple-bougha white star, then anotherexploding out of the bark:on the ground, moonlight picking at small stones
as it picks at greater stones as it rises with the surflaying its cheek for moments on the sandas it licks the broken ledge, as it flows up the cliffs,as it flicks across the tracks
as it unavailing pours into gashof the sand-and-gravel quarryas it leans across the hangared fuselageof the crop dusting plane
as it soaks through cracks into trailerstremulous with sleepas it dwells upon the eyelids of sleepersas if to make amends
