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10 July 2008
Verse Portrait 12. Thanks for the Memory
but the way, next morning
when I fell over that damn rock,
you picked me up and held me.
"I’m OK," I kept saying, "I’m not hurt,"
as if I didn’t want to lean
forever against your chest.
You’d slept all night by the fire,
I in your truck. You told
of waking, watching
a red eagle soar from the trees.