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those are places
geographical ones
pins on paper
tips of pens
thoughts of now
lived before
in a dream
we walked
not crossing
eyes shut
if we look the
weft increases
knowledge of
different places
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
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I know some
tongues that aren’t even
tongues languages
of a heaven I don’t recall
learning but I own
I may be foolish not
to practice but is that
a requirement
how do I go back to
that country where
the horizon doesn’t lay
where each drop is
gold filling up
the atmosphere
where we met where
I met myself where
I was where
I am today
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annamosca 