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I. North Arbor
I dream of you in the
momentary mercury
of your flesh
rolling beneath my hands
seas of infinite darkness
kneading with slow fingers, years in the making
your breath becomes light, and sounds float
like hummingbirds beating their way
from the prison in your throat
You are an infinite woman
in a finite world
and me, one small creek
flowing to a greater sea
II. South Arbor
I would have you drink
all the o-svf-ke
in the big clay pot
so you can grow large enough
to contain me utterly
III. East Arbor
A thousand years created
the stompdance
so I could see you tonight
circling forever
dressed only in shells and fire
expanding beyond my horizon
IV. West Arbor
Playing ball
we circle the pole
the social game
I with my ball, sticks solid
as hickory, you with only
bare hands. In one move,
through my defenses
of course you cheated
and of course you win
it is traditional
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