"Fusion" Copyright 2001 James Shadle
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Kiss the hand and cheek, kiss the lips that open.
Kiss the eyes and tears, kiss the wounds that open.
The nuclei of our atoms are so small, we are mostly nothing.
Whoever did this made our stone walls out of windows always open.
In a thicket: A bag too dark to see, too big to lift, too familiar to walk away from.
God grant me strength to drag it into the open.
6:10, stuck on the freeway again.
Love is singing with window and throat wide open.
My friend refused to greet the stranger in black,
was brought to the surgeon, who cut his heart open.
Go ahead, I dare you, take another breath. Each one is full
of what 15 billion years ago blew this world open.
We safecracker poets sand fingertips, pass long nights on our knees.
All to feel those clicks that mean the door will spring open.
Len says, I love the night sky, but I adore the Milky Way:
It is the edge of Her robe. See how gently it opens.
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