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on the same day:

Journal of the Country Girl

Drive me into your skin
gray blue wool
the rain
high up
sounds of          waiting

shadows up w/places to go
tonight, little girl away from
girl
tomorrow is the way it goes

Forgetting to          
                    breathe
                                        has
the city trapped in her.
sounds subtle to the eyes march
along the fairy traffic route          full
moon bright as                    a cat
          learning to               capture
          young wild things
my heart
                    nothing to compare it to

          empty field
     amble
not a bad way to go
if you can step away long
enough to inspire sanity