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All winter	A
The trees held up their silent hives	B
As if they mattered	C
But on one main street of bars and lights	D
I watched a woman who had begged for days	E
Throw all the coins back insulted	F
Into the crowd	G
And then each cheap stone on her necklace	H
As if they were confetti	I
At a bitter wedding	J
And then her stained blouse	K
I smiled then at her dignity	I
But when the night came	L
With only its usual stars to show	M
She was applauded and spat on	N
Or those passing stepped around her	A
Avoiding her body	I
As if it had become private or pure	O
When the police arrived	P
Sniveling about the cold day she had chosen	Q
To strip	R
Her face was a brown jewel	S
And I knew the hands	T
Of the police would have to close now	U
On this body abandoned to wind	V
Just as her hands closed finally	I
On wind that would have nothing	J
To do with her	A
And never had	W
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I know that wind	V
Had nothing to do with longing	J
I have seen that even in the eyes	X
Of girls across a lunch counter	A
A desire to be anywhere that wasn't	Y
Texas and waiting on tables	Z
Their eyes making a pact	A2
With the standing staring wheat	B2
About to be turned back into the black soil	C2
That spreads everywhere when no one is watching	J
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And writing this	D2
I stare at my hands	T
Which are the chroniclers of my death	E2
Which pull me into this paper	A
Each night as onto a bed of silk sheets	F2
And the woman gone	G2
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After two hours of work	H2
I do not know if there ever was a woman	Q
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I watch the flies buzz at the sill	I2
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Or if I sleep	J2
I must choose between two dreams	K2
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In one of them my hands move calmly	I
Over a woman's waist or lift	L2
In speech the way birds rise or settle	S
Over a marsh over nesting places	M2
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In the other dream	N2
There are no nesting places	M2
The birds are white and scavenging	J
They lift negligently over the town in wind	V
Like paper like the death of paper	A
They dip and rise	X
As if there had never been a heaven	Q
Beneath them it is summer	A
It is the same town I was born in	O2
And in its one bar	P2
The man selling illegal human hair from Mexico	M
The hair of brides mixed	Q2
With the hair of the dead	R2
Argues all day over the price	S2

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