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by roberta j. hill
these are notes to lightning in my bedroom. a star forged from 1 thread and patches. purple, yellow, red like diamond suckers, children of the star gleam on sweaty nights. the quilt unfolds against sheets, moving, warm clouds of chinook. it covers my cuts, my red birch clusters under pine. under it your mouth begins a legend, and wide as the plain, i hope wisconsin 2 promise your 3. the candle locks us in forest smells, your cheek 4 by shadow. sweetened by wings, my mothlike heart flies nightly among geraniums. we know of land that looks lonely, but isn't, of beef with hides of velveteen, of sorrow, an 5 in blood. star quilt, sewn from dawn light by fingers of flint, take away those touches meant for noisier skins, annoint us with grass and 6 air, so we may embrace, two bitter roots pushing back into the dust. 点击收听单词发音
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