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We can live any way we want
Time and events are merely poured, unremarked
two lovers, a bright blow to the brain
We disappeared last week
This is suburbia.

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A weasel is wild.

He had two black eyes I didn't see, any more than you see a window.
Our eyes locked, and someone threw away the key.

He disappeared.
He vanished under the wild rose.
he didn't return.

What does a weasel think about?
He won't say.
I would like to live as I should,
as the weasel lives as he should.
A weasel doesn't "attack" anything;
a weasel lives as he's meant to,
yielding at every moment to the perfect freedom of single necessity.

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suburbia: rows of houses, a 55-mph highway, and barbed-wire fences

the pond: water lilies, plodding blackbirds,, crayfish, and carp.

We felled the forest, moved the fields, and drained the pond; the world dismantled.

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I would like to
Remember
How to Live

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We could live any way we want
Seize life and let it seize you up aloft
Grasp your one necessity and never let it go

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Thinks
Without leaving
Stubborn Shallowness
like miracle itself

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Weasel!
His face was fierce
[He] was stunned into stillness
I was stunned into stillness
He disappeared
I think I blinked
A weasel is wild

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A weasel is wild.
The weasel was stunned into stillness
He disappeared
What does a weasel think about?

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A man shot an eagle out of the sky.
Through the woods by the quarry and across the highway, when the sun had just set.
I cut down through the wood, I had crossed the highway, and
I was stunned into stillness.
Our eyes locked.
He disappeared.
I remember muteness.

Time and events are merely poured, unremarked, from any height at all, from as high as the eagles.

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wild weasel
obedient to instinct
ten inches long
a muscled ribbon
brown as fruitwood
his face was fierce
deadly enemies
vanished under the wild rose

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The water lilies have blossomed
like miracle itself
I was looking down
Weasel!
Our look was as if two lovers or deadly enemies met unexcpectatly.
He disappeared
I missed my chance
I might have learned something of mindlessness
the purity of living without bias or motive

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The sun had just set
I was looking down at a weasel
Our eyes locked
met unexpectedly on an overgrown path

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my house is a remarkable piece of shallowness
where I like to go sit with six inches of water and six thousand lily pads with miracle's nonchalance
now gone to black leeches
this is suburbia
none is visible here
a nesting pair under every bush
a beer can
the far end is an
alternating series of motorcycle tracks

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we live wild
sometimes
woods stand in the middle of
suburbia
could two live?
we could
we can

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two lovers
deadly enemies
If you and I looked at each other that way, our skulls would split
But we don't.
We keep our skulls.

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The weasel felt the yank
of separation.
For a sweet and
Shocking time
Open to time and death
Painlessly
I could very calmly
Go wild.

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for the throat
lunged for the weasel's chin and held on
through mud and into the wild rose
for a dearer life

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crossed the highway
traced the motorcycle path
cut through the woods
tree is excellent
sun had just set

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Weasel! I'd never seen one wild before
He was ten inches long, thin as a curve, a muscled ribbon
He had two black eyes I didn't see, any more than you see a window

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When walking  through the woods by the quarry and across the highway
I notice under every bush is a muskrat hole or a beer can
and the next instant, inexplicably, I was looking down at a weasel, who was looking up at me.
The weasel was stunned into stillness
Our look was as if two lovers  met unexpectedly
It emptied our lungs
I waited motionless,
my spirit with pleadings, but he didn't return.

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Wild, stalks, killing...
What is he thinking?
To live, to learn, to remember.

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Two lovers,
deadly enemies,
met unexpectedly

a clearing blow
a bright blow
with charge and intimate grate

it felled the forest,
drained the pond;
that black hole of eyes.

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who knows what he thinks?

two black eyes
look

our eyes locked, and someone threw away the key
beating of brains
emptied lungs
skulls split

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id never seen one in the wild before
stunned into stillness
our eyes locked and someone threw away the key
this is yeilding, not fighting
seize it and let it seize you

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Our eyes locked,  as if two lovers, or deadly enemies, met unexpectedly on an overgrown path:

A clearing blow to the gut.
A bright blow to the brain.
If you and I looked at each other that way, our skulls would split and drop to our shoulders. But we don't. We keep our skulls.
So.

We live in choice, hating necessity and dying at the last ignobly in its talons.
We could, you know. We can live any way we want.

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Who sleeps in his nose for days without leaving. warm home. 55 eggs cut down. And And And And Lizards. Our eyes twisted backwards into the woods.

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The sun had just set through the woods by the quarry,
It was a bright blow to the brain,
I missed my chance to learn, or remember, how to live,
This is, mind you suburbia, under every bush is a beer can.
So I crossed the highway, to remember how to live,

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sleep
he lives in his den
two days without leaving
he was relaxed watching a yellow bird
he didn't see, stunned into stillness
he dissapeared, shattered, blinked
mind suddenly uncollected

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wild.
killing more bodies than he can eat.
a man shot, examined, the dry skull of a weasel fixed by the jaws to his throat.
through the woods by the quarry and across the highway,
I had cut down two lovers.
shattered his brain
We can live any way we want.

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A sweet and shocking time
uncollected, unconnected, loose leaf, and blown
I missed my chance to learn, or remember, how to live
To locate the most tender and live spot and plug into that pulse
I would like to live as I should under the wild rose

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Twenty minutes from my house, is Hollins Pond, where I like to go at sunset and sit on a tree trunk. The water lilies have blossomed and at one end of the pond, wild turtles lay eggs. Watching the lily pads at my feet, I was looking down at a weasel, who was looking up at me. Our look was as if two lovers, or deadly enemies, met unexpectedly: a clearing blow to the gut. He disappeared.

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through the woods
across the highway
Hollins Pond
six inches of water
and six thousand lily pads
complete with miracle's nonchalance

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Our eyes locked, and someone threw away the key
motionless
blank
separation
If you and I looked at each other that way, our skulls would split
Could two live that way?

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Hollins Pond, a remarkable piece of shallowness
near Tinker Creek with six inches of water and six thousand lily pads
a five-minute walk in three directions to rows of houses
I cut down through the woods to the mossy fallen tree where I sit
The sun had just set. I was relaxed on the tree trunk, ensconced in the lap of lichen
watching the lily pads at my feet tremble

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I think it would be well, and proper, and obedient, and pure, to grasp your one necessity and not let it go,
to dangle from it limp wherever it takes you. Then even death, where you're going no matter how you live, cannot you part. Seize it and let it seize you up aloft even, till your eyes burn out and drop; let your musky flesh fall off in shreds, and let your very bones unhinge and scatter, loosened over fields, over fields and woods, lightly, thoughtless, from any height at all, from as high as eagles.