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Poetry as History. History as Catharsis. Catharsis as Poetry.

Chapter and Worse

lazing through my summerrides
dreaming of Corvara and fear of my father
old faces composing and decomposing
pieces of lovers I knew or thought I did
pulling unthreaded at memories well-shined
waking in the heat unscheduled and divine
another chapter required if I have the leaves
my baggage unchecked and forgotten at the stile