in box

nearly night or Tuesday
swallowed whole the light of the earth
at the equinox
and then the reports come in
at the office

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fiji

at the water’s selvage in the shadow of the tottering palms
none to give or refuse our outstretched alms

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fortunately again

we do not meet here
on the Q.T. there is a balcony above the city
that looks down on the prospect below the street you know the other streets
and avenues and byways
and the journeymen of highways

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embarkation

the sages lived here a place of foxes
at an angle of Capri pants on the deck chairs flying up and down with the breeze

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christopher mulrooney has written symphony (The Moon Publishing & Printing) and jamboree (Turf Lane Press).