At the Vietnam War Memorial
Black granite stretches its harsh, tapering wings
up to pedestrian-level grass
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On the Anthropic Principle
Here at the spoke-ends of our galaxy
it is easy to forget the central axle
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Pawn
My head is beaten like a sunflower,
bowed and haggard, brown petals hanging
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A Time to Weep
I suppose you could call me heartless
as a dull anvil clanking in a sodden barn,
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In Your Hands
The desert two-lane flashes
its white segments so quickly
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