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Moon like an exhausted nickle. Caught at the bottom of a giant so fast nobody can hold on to it, Quick, come inside says the man. Come into the house As books nobody reads anymore vanish Please, no more questions says the president, throwing us his famous And then there are the trees: what have they done to be wrapped in it, beaten almost to the ground? In the icy air of the cave Breath breaks up into white noise The whole house shudders: or, someone's huge Hand with a muffled thunk brushes avalanches The woman says as television circles the glove,
PATRICIA GOEDICKE'S new book of poems, As Earth Begins to End, is published by Copper Canyon Press 2000. Goedicke has published eleven earlier volumes of poetry, among the most recent of which are Invisible Horses and The Tongues We Speak: New and Selected Poems, named one of the best books of the year by The New York Times Book Review. She teaches Creative Writing at the University of Montana, and was married for thirty years to the late Leonard Wallace Robinson, a New Yorker writer, poet, and widely published author of short stories and novels.
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