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Douglas Iris

I carry
silted water from my well
come to you
with damp earth and capillaries
of change on my surface

joined
through life’s trials—
below our eaves
chrysanthemums
blooming

simplicity,
a pendant chained to my heart—
dolphins swim
around the aura
of a lunar eclipse

the house I build
will stand forever . . .
a smile
at the corners of my mouth,
stars sitting on my tongue

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