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	<title>the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana &#187; presence</title>
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		<title>Clad in indigo</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Clad in indigo, the past&#8217;s presence holds firm to the railing, a reminiscent grandmother picks us up and turns the pages of childhood stories: of glee, shame, and the meaning of family. Ahead, skipping up steps, facing forward, off the page, we follow a little girl, rekindling youth, dressed in red, she grips our hand [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Clad in indigo, the past&#8217;s presence holds firm to the railing,<br />
a reminiscent grandmother picks us up and turns the pages of childhood stories:<br />
of glee, shame, and the meaning of family.<br />
Ahead, skipping up steps, facing forward, off the page,<br />
we follow a little girl, rekindling youth, dressed in red,<br />
she grips our hand and pulls us into the surest unsure we&#8217;ve ever known,<br />
always two steps before us, exploring&#8211;</p>
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		<title>Concert&#8217;s over</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[presence]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Closeness-stickiness of humid humanness urges the closeness-stickiness of humans, among the crowded crowd threatening minds not to bow to anything but selfish cares- in the woods? Would you care never seeing me again, girl? I, aware of your presents indwelled in your presence? With females flopping round? Called to bend, mend, Or scare scared hearts [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Closeness-stickiness of humid humanness<br />
urges the closeness-stickiness of humans,<br />
among the crowded crowd<br />
threatening minds not to bow<br />
to anything but selfish cares-<br />
in the woods? Would you care<br />
never seeing me again, girl?<br />
I, aware of your presents<br />
indwelled in your presence?<br />
With females flopping round?<br />
Called to bend, mend,<br />
Or scare scared hearts<br />
all but dead bleeding?<br />
Lights fade-intending to return to my tent.</p>
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