POINTS ON THE GRID
George Bowering
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THE SUNDAY POEM
I love your
......................mystical overnight opening
of the flower
......................autumn purple
reflected lights in your
noon day sun day eyes
...................................So that
...................................I catch
my breath
...................................(lungs full of midnight air
...................................:the overnight opening)
I swear
...................................there are
pieces of pollen
in the air you breathe into my lungs
and your
hair
...................................I am mystified
by the forehead dance of air
in the night
verdant
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...................................I feel
...................................the light blood
in and around my legs and arms
LONELY THIS MORNING
...................................is good
lonely this morning in the swab of sunlight——
is the personal generation of the
...................................I love you
in the night
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