Sunday

I.
woods

walk
through me
run h(air))
(roughly)
between
these fingers
and
ravines, those.

i am both God
and Father
you can be
Holy Spirit
dove
or
highway
trees in
car
and
mem
or
ies


II.
woman

su p i n e
your reaching
touch like the
twirling leaf
........if
1 eye
found it
falling
(delicate
ly)
.......oh

like
I!
the moment
(um)....
of
your body


III.
writer

no one touches

like the strand
of hair
close
to
teeth
closer to tongue

You will ask
?Where are you
.I will say sitting alone
in the poem
of
your jaw

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