black against the spin of the world -- rollerskate grace
in that liquid spot between
fly and fall, off and down
IN MY HANDS I CARRY: scars and pain exquisite etch
of every path of flesh. Children lovers parents friends -- all
carriers of sweet passion rough work and sweat
(they rub an ache mutual, and we recall)
BETWEEN MY BODY & THE WORLD: lives
a bundle of minor miracles. All things I have ever known
come to me -- a hive to honeybees mundane --sweet things
and sizzling on impossible wings
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