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East by Robert James Berry
published in Volume 6, Issue 1 on March 1st, 1999

Come, under

the big eye of god over the door


Roll your sleeves

Stand, smoke in the doorframe

Watch the drowned fields

Wet through with fire


A hen sings

in the heat soldered street


The sun polishes stones

by the saffron slow river


Go, step across

Take the cuffs of the buddha fat urchin

in the broad mollusc hat


His bright sampan shoals

centuries

Winks at the wide eyes of god

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