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      DREAM OF IVY
      
      You know the story of
      the woman in a
      turret and how ivy
      puts its fingers
      across the moon.
      And besides, no one
      could hear.  Ivy 
      that grows like
      kudzu in the
      deepest part of Georgia
      swallowing up a
      single house
      in one night.  I would
      have lowered my long
      hair to a lover
      lured him with blood
      in a bottle, each
      drop a ruby with
      a poem etched on it
      or carved my initials
      in the grey stone
      around his heart.  I'd
      have talked to the
      birds or waited
      slept 20 years   given
      away my children.
      Only I was outside
      trying to get in.