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Flow (Free verse) by zodiac

Nights she dreams the bedroom, farmhouse, cornrows plowed straight, come unmoored. This is too good, she thinks, this straightness, this hard earth of certitude, love. There will be flood, flux, sinkage, some nadir. There will be earth-pull, that waiting ocean, Memory.

zodiac 10-Jan-06/3:19 PM
This was prompted. Here's the prompt: http://tinyurl.com/7dmtc




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