Eddie Watkins
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The Wind Will Carry Us


The village is constructed
across the fold of two hills
in the West; if nothing moves (even artificially),
we don't know if it's different,
so that its roofs are pathways turning into archways.

Every component event moves back and forth
and within each event
other events move back and forth
connected to the steep streets
by passages and stairs:
the guiding thread of the body.


From the Front


Feral worms beneath the flavor

Loft nuances of an encrypted tag

In a frequent drizzle that leaves a door ajar

As the signal fades, freeing me to crawl

Where every gesture is also a memory

Of the air slowly thickening

As the pond drifts by my sleep

Midges colonize my northern nostril

And soldiers stationed on rooftops grin

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