we stepped over the resting branches
emergency orange garlands
like beaded curtains
to dave’s fire in the woods
i stepped into the field dip
where the snow makes
pressed wreath baskets
how does the actress feel
pretending to step into the unknown
that unknown too of the actress
stepping into the acted where
the rush of the freeway
and wind are not siftable?
where your heart closes its doors?
moon for the go around goes
that our children may
be born
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