Tag: #dversepoets
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Day 4
let us begin here, at the temple of helplessness, to grieve proper the angels caught unawares, before awareness even
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How trees grow
Boy trails old man along stream bed cuts into damp soil slips sapling into crevice weighs heel to seal the earth trails further pausing when old man pauses cutting when old man cuts slipping when old man slips heeling when old man heels And so it goes all afternoon and into night how trees grow…
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Childcraft, 1964 ed.
loud, no books but encyclopedia, hiding behind end-table, drapes fidgeting, national geographics layered open alien religions, bangles elongating necks, circular cornfield in desert, white-clothed bedouin, tattered scrolls, peking man poems spread on top, stutters untwisting, hours unwrapping, “this is my rock and here I run to steal the secrets of the sun” ——————————————– A late…
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It is what comes after
Though in a world of doubt surrounded, our river plies, churns, hides its own error, misgiving, re-creation, courage of moment, witness borne, lost. Our hero beeches suffer demotion to floats, serve as fisheries, bubble up ripples, but if confrontation cannot be avoided, indeed, remains steadfast, they rise to bows, turns, diversions, reshaping even water, laying…
