Roadside Attractions

Given:
	that these stones and rocks,
	spit out by the sea,
	powdered by the wind,
	would ravel this black road;

	that yellow, broken corn
	would paint
	the swirling sky
	with November snow,
	and to the light release its children;

	that a calling became courtship-
	awkward in April,
	reaching through July;
	I unclothe my frightened heart
	before the universe
	in your eyes.


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