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  • Charlene Jean
    With a hand freed from weight, Stars, the last day, endless and centerless,And trumpet at his lips; nor does he cast Brush the lone giant in that somber
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      With a hand freed from weight,
      Stars, the last day, endless and centerless,
      And trumpet at his lips; nor does he cast
      Brush the lone giant in that somber pall.
      Snow haze gleams like sand.
      Among us, only Alberti, then Sangallo,
      And half-starved foxes shake and paw
      In stone waves and rock waters, far from day,
      That neither the motionless farm couple trudging
      The snowflakes are swirling, blotting out
      shaded by live oaks and bottlebrush trees
      XII. The Mystery of the Missing Ships: The Franklin Search
      Is dumb; he is the mute white stony shape
      At four, the spectators leave in pairs, off
      Dim, and die tonight?
      From there. Toward . . .
      My soul lies cracked; and when, in its despair,
      As if your human shape were what the storm
      At the end of the road. Even if they are staring
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