sun in the courtyard —
not free time, but the time, freed —
she can weave faster
disembodied heads,
drunk, powerful, male, floating
in a dark bar lounge
wide undergirding —
night, we six walked to supper —
you will not fall through
homework weighs her down —
horses' heads over a fence —
listen, time can stop
light wind across lips —
each day, thinking about death —
five viola notes
Schubert's own timbre —
three snowflakes; then a gray squall —
mountains do close round
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