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mounds timbers points
groves islands savannas
a language of prairies
- John Knoepfle, "east in mclean county,"
We talked over words,
inside them, about twisted
roots, articulate land,
but I could have better
listened--again--
to the lilted languages
and tindered skies
caught tight and taut
in your memory's
frugal, generous eye.
Look--again--my foot
keeps time under my
chair, taking steps
in place, in place
in places I go through
when--instead--like you
I should dance the dirt
down deep with measured
steps, and stay.
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