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Project Description
“Beloved are
ants,
swallows,
murmurations
of starlings
which,
in October
blacken,
innumerably,
the open
and clean sky.
And the eyes
of sparrows,
the berries
of the juniper,
ripe
hackberries,
nails
and fingers
full
of ink
belonging to boys
who play
under the lights
of the square.
And the marks
on the skin
of those whose livers
are ill.
Beloved are
all
the little
darknesses
in the town.
And bee
stings,
head
aches,
hammer
blows
on
fingers,
the currency
of pain.”