November 9

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I’m more inured to the risks of flight
than the perils of digging in,

Exhibit A: the construction pit
being filled with light rain,

they’ll have to pump it
clear again. I dreamed we

were buying tickets
to anywhere,

found this great place on the coast–
It’s really winter here, now,

the sky the color of pavement,
even the birds are bailing out–

What a gift, what a gift to have
wings, but also to lack

the capacity for
digging holes

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