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Lloyd Wallace
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Crew
 
There are cracks in the skin of the cattle—​
 
bees weigh strings on the moon’s white scales.
 
Shadows bump heads. The wind is lost,
 
and the trees hold wads of starlight.
 
I want to be smoothed
 
by the Earth’s beat and breathing.
 
I want to clockwise into light.




Lloyd Wallace is on staff at The Adroit Journal and Poetry Daily. A recipient of a fellowship from The Folger Shakespeare Library, you can find him on Twitter @jockeycornsilk.




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