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Saint Paul, 8 November 2005
All the world’s lovers
Assemble in wild fields
In tracts of broomsedge and aster
Suffused for a moment with starlight

Woods vanish from country roads
Like a shoebox becomes a diorama
With lichen for shrubs and pebble paths
Suspended in gobs of white glue

Daydreams can't be mortgaged
In habitats made of Popsicle sticks
But the hearth you’d imagined lingers
As if life carried on in a shoebox