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December 21st

How will I think of you
a name: a word

and trees paths stars this earth
how will I think of them

and the dead I love      and all absent friends

and table: hand: white coffee mug:
a northern still life:

and you
without a body


and the infant’s red-brown mouth      a star
at the star of a girl’s nipple . . .

Door in the Mountain: New & Collected Poems