When Push Comes To Shove
        Elegy for Leslie Scalapino

Nevermore is just a word
The crease of life
Rain's sweet scent or
The erasure of rain
Localized deafness—

As the wind folds other things
Go, go out and play
The nothing that stops
Time—check it

Fresh as rice powder
In the wind, perfect
Memento, remember
She lives

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