—For Dabney Stuart

            He sings for sweet angels of the air
            Deliberate and light-footed
            As a boy walking rails to the next siding
            Balanced
            Not on iron spiked to sleepers in beds of stone
            But on lines of desire, hope, and fear
            Walking always with his dead
            As a standard before him
            Gracefully pairing
            What has escaped
            With what he has made himself
            Dancing with shadows of his own bringing
            Steps buoyant as the snow of New Mexico
            In the high desert night

        

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