no place
       

no place unfraught no easy slide into a tepid sea

no place tenderhearted and thoroughly fertile

no place transpires as night intensifies

no place picked up and left high and dry

no place downpour from the porch lightning highlights

no place I didn't love you or over time moved the iron bed

no place Joshua Trees and Oaks and willows and weeping

no place aqua auras, tents in flyaway gullies

no place rusty moldy soaked on alternate Fridays

no place too hot too dim and too many words for snow

no place I haven't been anywhere much less often

no place insouciance I figured how costly it might be

no place that year I moved angles around and took up arms

no place a sea of troubles, the sea itself rising and rising

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