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Your poem brought to mind a favorite of mine - Mark Strand's Keeping Things Whole:In a fieldI am the absenceof field.This isalways the case.Wherever I amI am what is missing.When I walkI part the airand alwaysthe air moves into fill the spaceswhere my body's been.We all have reasonsfor moving.I moveto keep things whole.The shape you've chosen for your poem mimics an upsidedown tree. Happy Holidays, Teri. I continue in quiet appreciation this month. But - I couldn't help visiting!
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