We both breathe in
the dog and I
until it aches
and in the reaching
we both fill
with rainwater under cedars
and the stretched out bellies
of resurrection worms
and with that difficult breath
we raise our noses
and the hair on our necks
to the vanishing lightning
to the silent whip of its dress
in the camera stun
mar 21, 2011
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