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On Target (for Orioles)

The glacial shift
of seconds
snaps taut
against the sky,
a cutting edge
on target
— sunlimned and scream
aslice, my silhouette
races the razorback
in chosen
golden flight
for a matter of minutes
— moving
in an eggshell crack,
the edge
of the world.

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In the beginning was the word. And I got paid for it.

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