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Sabine Miller


Dhanyabad




Inside the Prayer Wheel
                for Kathmandu



crickets’ knees to crickets’ ears

.

hanging from branches at night

pendulums intentions

.

all rivers
    made of
       that one

music

.

lean into it, she says,
having breathed each airless room

.

rivers carved

bodies round

.

to the circle of men singing rounds to

Buddha at the Monkey Temple now dust

.

centripetal and centrifugal,
depending on the recipient



Card from Russian Hill




Polk Street, San Francisco


golden gates

imperfect body

.

carry a broken
life, a briefcase, organic
figs

.

the sea
came to

the bay
tamed the

the waves

.

prose for the less inhabiting thoughts;
maybe why I must live in the suburbs.

.

a stray cricket
off-tempo
with gusto

.

the homeless man in the stair-

well's one mirror

.

in the fruit vendor’s fingernails
the undergrowth that sang Oppen



Spring: Ashes




Sabine Miller lives near San Francisco. Her new chapbook, Branch to Finch, is available from Ornithopter Press.
 
 
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