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Anne Fraser
Sleeper

This is the way dust
claimed us -

Windows open
to the breeze,
its exhalations
that come to rest

across edges
of doorways
and mirrors,
an occupation
of our corners
and hallways,

a settling
that lines our lungs,
the creases of palms,
the hollow of our spoons.


2004 Anne Fraser   e-mail the author

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