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| gate city church nashua, nh |
t h o u g h t s
Thoughts are drops of water falling
on the driver’s side
window: a pause at the red-light
railroad crossing where say
on a day like today
the church steeple
is upside down in the water
whose shape makes me
consider the pelvic girdle
—and because it all glides,
watch: that drop has a west-
north-west wind pushing it
in the belly. It could be
a boxer bent over and all
around her is her raining
accumulation…see how certain
windows of the church
are stuck in their up-side down
selves while they roll
devotedly, and only just now
to the edge, to fall off, maybe
fall apart, maybe, or be
held together
on some other surface to be,
maybe, expanded, maybe
quivering for some time
alone before the sky
her heat and her shrouds
and her mensurable eunuch
call her back...my
how she’s different for
where she’s fallen, my
how she’s changed.
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