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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Monday, February 21, 2005

Habitat

for Michael

we begin in a place above the earth
& this place for pirates
would love me ............harborless
in flight from mother churches
they shook with awe
these woods ...............fourteen battles
later they would spark
songs on school house rocks
that’s how i remember
with jargon of inventors
signatures on parchment
this great blue bridge
beneath the bleeding tree
on the lane i grew up

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