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Avuncular
New Taxidermy
capture its cosmic willingness
One Sparrow
its reflection: like a shooting
black star aimed for its place
Green Beans and Mashed Potatoes
of bliss; still holding out
for a bungalow
Fire Island
becomes a we
here—
Even in Wyoming
seeping, shapeless
In February
voluptuous, beckoning: Follow me.