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	<title>Wild Violet online literary magazine &#187; R. Steve Benson</title>
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		<title>Rehearsals</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Feb 2021 13:05:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[R. Steve Benson]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dance]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[practice]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Why do I hold my clean hands under hot water until they sting? My tongue aches from rehearsals. Silver chutes shoot my open eyes. Stiff slanting wings lift our bodies resting above clouds&#160;— breathing, dreaming. Trust loosens our shoes, unpegs belts cinched around our expanding profit motives. Trust will settle us down to Earth. Bright [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<p>Why do I hold my clean hands<br />
under hot water until they sting?</p>
<p>My tongue aches from rehearsals.<br />
Silver chutes shoot my open eyes.</p>
<p>Stiff slanting wings lift our bodies<br />
resting above clouds&nbsp;— breathing, dreaming.</p>
<p>Trust loosens our shoes, unpegs belts<br />
cinched around our expanding profit motives.</p>
<p>Trust will settle us down to Earth.<br />
Bright shields of elastic goose flesh.</p>
<p>Wet maps wrinkle in my hot palms.<br />
I would dovetail all my hinges!</p>
<p>Lets love our flaws above each wave.<br />
Counting freckles until we land alive.</p>
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		<title>First Fox Here in 30 Years!</title>
		<link>https://www.wildviolet.net/2018/02/03/first-fox-here-in-30-years/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Feb 2018 00:28:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[R. Steve Benson]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[An adult fox rockets out from the usual darkness between our house and the dark house next door! We wait breathlessly in our dark parked car. The fox glides with its nose aimed low before the steady flow of a long tail that seems to propel its dreamlike streamlined body! It accelerates like it&#8217;s late [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<p>An adult fox rockets out from the usual darkness<br />
between our house and the dark house next door!<br />
We wait breathlessly in our dark parked car.</p>
<p>The fox glides with its nose aimed low<br />
before the steady flow of a long tail that<br />
seems to propel its dreamlike streamlined body!</p>
<p>It accelerates like it&#8217;s late for an important launch,<br />
or lunch date with that worried White Rabbit who led<br />
fallen Alice through the weird wildness of Wonderland.</p>
<p>The fox doesn&#8217;t seem to see or smell us watching<br />
from our quietly ticking car, or it can&#8217;t care<br />
as it masters its mysterious midnight mission&nbsp;—</p>
<p>crossing our yard and silent street without<br />
even checking for giant speeding roaring<br />
things with round dangerous feet.</p>
<p>After reaching the other side of the road<br />
this fiercely focused predator prefers<br />
the paved sidewalk and continues on</p>
<p>quickly uphill toward the closed business district<br />
of our outfoxed town. Wake up neighbors!<br />
Something wild is running around!</p>
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		<title>Run Down by a Dune Buggy on Fire Island</title>
		<link>https://www.wildviolet.net/2010/09/24/run-down-by-a-dune-buggy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Sep 2010 16:14:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[R. Steve Benson]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[heat wave]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[for Frank O&#8217;Hara (1926 &#8211; 1966) All his funny witty wordy jazz stopped that morning with the sun burning in his eyes so he didn&#8217;t realize the danger from a crazy dune buggy yes it was July 24, 1966 and no one knows now who drove too fast or what careless drunk hit him because [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><em>for Frank O&#8217;Hara (1926 &#8211; 1966)</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">All his funny witty wordy jazz<br />
 stopped that morning with the sun<br />
 burning in his eyes so he didn&#8217;t realize<br />
 the danger from a crazy dune buggy yes<br />
 it was July 24, 1966 and no one knows<br />
 now who drove too fast or what careless<br />
 drunk hit him because maybe his nose<br />
 was in a book of poems by Verlaine<br />
 or some Ghana poets or the art News<br />
 puffing a Gauloise or a Picayune<br />
 thinking about de Kooning or Kline<br />
 or Pollock throwing sand in the blaze<br />
 of sun as there roared close fate&#8217;s<br />
 dune buggy forever framing Frank&#8217;s<br />
 own &#8220;eternally fixed afternoons.&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.wildviolet.net/2010/09/23/heat-wave-contents/">Heat Wave Contents</a></p>
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