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Day 29: Tupelo Press 30/30 Poetry Project ( National Poetry Month) 

STILL LIFE

I want your eyes.

Above the moors,

a sudden crack
cuts through a cloud

after a drizzle.

A herd of deer

rests around flaming
ginkgo leaves

on an upright piano.

Your finger plays
with the cold stain on the notebook.

A lead pencil drops.

Your loose shoe lace
tangles like your poem.

I still have an obedient

heart to write one last word.






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