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	<title>the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana &#187; graduation</title>
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		<title>What if boot camp was what it was all about</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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		<category><![CDATA[graduation]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[the pendulum swings and college slides down the bunk bed post, debunked of passion, penny loafers, worn, on ice rolling credits shower mortarboards the newly commissioned officers grow beards in battle and salute the retail mercenaries and baristas in berets]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>the pendulum swings and<br />
college slides<br />
down the bunk bed post,<br />
debunked of passion,<br />
penny loafers, worn, on ice rolling<br />
credits shower mortarboards<br />
the newly commissioned officers<br />
grow beards in battle<br />
and salute the retail mercenaries<br />
and baristas in berets</p>
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		<title>Preparation for the hearth</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[Foot friction, she smiles, &#8220;sandals braking down cause duck-walk,&#8221; I say, and fly across the claymated basement, jettied like the muddy earth encircling. mortarboards form next week and fly across another room: pots will be removed from the kiln, placed on selling shelves with resumes, her fingers resume, slippery nails filled, stuffed to overflow like [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Foot friction, she smiles,<br />
&#8220;sandals braking down cause duck-walk,&#8221; I say,<br />
and fly across the claymated basement,<br />
jettied like the muddy earth encircling.</p>
<p>mortarboards form next week<br />
and fly across another room:<br />
pots will be removed from the kiln,<br />
placed on selling shelves with resumes,</p>
<p>her fingers resume, slippery nails filled,<br />
stuffed to overflow like the glazing shelves,<br />
&#8220;this is craft, not art,&#8221; curtly said.<br />
the adding . . .subtracting . . .centripetal . . . centrifugal. . .</p>
<p>&#8220;what color should this one should be?&#8221;<br />
her call? will clay return to rock<br />
for defeating paper,<br />
will she write</p>
<p>her mark brandishing,<br />
initializing the final piece<br />
this Friday night,<br />
the final week,<br />
to fire.</p>
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