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V. Orpheus at Last Call

One of those dreams: you struggle and fail

for years

to dial a number, read a page, remember

not to look back…

(her hand confused in mine, soft struggle of a bird)

I’ve drunk so much

it rises in me: something like soft roots

parts softly

and my head sweeps down the singing river singing…