rel="nofollow" href="#ulink_3ab5382a-dd47-5c53-b384-22736bcb6516">Composition: Fringe Lichen: Tilde & Mãe
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Composition: Under Cypresses, Near Big Sur
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Of Monarchs Again, Especially the Stripes
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So, Bacteria Also Have Their Thunder
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Angrily Standing Outside in the Wind
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[Untitled Day]
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Species Prepare to Exist after Money
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Extra Hidden Life, among the Days
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Mountain Pond Landscape, in a Drought
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As a Sentence Leaves Its Breath
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Some Kinds of Forever Visit You
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The Bride Tree Lives Three Times
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In the Forest of Blue Aptitude
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II. Near the Rim of the Ideal
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A Short Rhyme for Amiri Baraka
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A Summer Song from Old Berlin
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Untitled & Translation to Portuguese
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Curl of Hair in a Drawer
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The Family Sells the Family Gun
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Describing Tattoos to a Cop
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Chicago Black Friday Protest Near Apple
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Crypto-Animist Introvert Activism
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Triple Moments of Light & Industry
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To a Life Ended in Winter
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Hearing La Bohème after the March
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Near the Rim of the Ideal
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III. Metaphor & Simile
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IV. Two Elegies
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The Rosewood Clauses
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Her Presence Will Live beyond Progress
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V. Two Odes
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A Poem for a National Forest
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A Poem for a National Seashore
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Acknowledgments & Notes
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I. The Forests of Grief & Color
Perhaps grief is imagined to end in violence, as if grief itself could be killed. Can we perhaps find one of the sources of nonviolence in the capacity to grieve, to stay with the unbearable loss without converting it into destruction? If we could bear our grief, would we be less inclined to strike back or strike out? And