elliot r. wolfson
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on one foot dancing

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entreaty


speak o heart
chatter that totter
in murmur of mother
that flutter & fume
like fleas from moon
in hope hung low
by winds that blow
the breath of death
surreptitiously born
like stone from sea
love enflame cross
where space is loss
in gain of time
this is my body
this is my stain
gathering rain
in palm of petition
that no one claim


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