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the sky is scribbled
with contrails

I think of Hemingway
who said
      write drunk
      edit sober
my parents
who said
      things cost money
when I trashed
a coloring book
after breaking
the promise of a line
an ex
pale      remarried
who would have
looked up
& said
      see how the wind
      slurs them into feathers

  Vince Corvaia