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Alan Toltzis
The Physiology of Sorrow
I never noticed
its slowness
how my blood
curdled and wept
as its tears crept
into invisible
spaces
between my cells.
Bring me the sudden rain of hard country
that will not sink beneath the land
but rushes over rock, through gulley
sweeping branches, stones, and sand
over dams
to a wide and
brimming lake.
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