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They say last night radiation
storms spilled down the meridians,
cool green tongues of solar
flares, non-human & not
to be humanized, licking at
human life: an arctic
air mass shielded us: had I been
out I'd have said
knowing them masked, burn me: or
thanks for the show:
my spine would have flared
sympathetic colors:
as it is I slept through,
burning from a distant source.

A. R. Ammons,"Involved"

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Thu 18 Feb ∞ Permalink

impression of “feather dander” or dust, left by what was probably a dove … No sign of the actual bird was found

Fresno Bee