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On teaching poetry

While I hunt for examples of the water is rising; the green rivers, under cover of darkness, are pulling the roots of trees into their own hands: the whole business is falling apart, like dandelion seeds, heading off in every direction while I'm left with a stem between my fingers whose flower is suddenly the entire sky.

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