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Martie Odell-Ingebretsen
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Falling into the Bend of Flight
The sky is soft like lace in catch of someone walking, A fold of fabric that makes song and glances across hair. I hear it now like blue ice cracking, touching the tops of things, falling onto the sweet smell of rain. It moves around the wind chimes and nes...

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Don't talk to me of December
Don’t talk to me of December when the trees oh the trees color me the way I am brown and gold and I fall still through the air waiting for wind The sky is melting see how it passes the fold and eases out the wrinkle like time swift the night falls Sundown i...

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Through Imagination's Eye
Through Imagination’s Eye Where across the landscape is the blunt protruding object that trips our vision, where is the truth  that captures people and wraps them in gossamer? Words are so mighty they can string an ache on the line of a heart, let it absorb...

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Out of Line
It’s been a long time, she said into the dull phone, the phone that had been waiting, waiting for just this call.                 Where are the dreams we had, she thinks. You were going to bring them to me. Remember how, when you left you turned against the...

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Precious Good-Dog
striking the leather of a boot hard worked again and again her tongue took rout to polish the long bones and invisible shine to reach the unforgiving ache inside  stripped sunlight and dappled porches clouds on her back shaking the rope with tooth-full grin...

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Her Song
See that girl all blush and thin See the sky that dangles At the edge of her whim Blue dress exploding all around her Hear the galloping of her youth Hear her song Of heart so long the sound Held in dimming light Covered with a flannel gown Hung in the sun ...

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Gone Now
February is gone now, with her quick, clean lines and tilting globe of determined sky. She hung her skirt out wantonly on the naked open neighborhood, dark with clouds and pink with dawn, I listened as her tongue licked trees. No need for solace in her rain...

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