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Sunday, May 20, 2007

DRAFT

Late light mercurial, it's fine
to wash the feet
Then gold greens them
and it isn't.

We are in this
house or
shadowed
in its possibilities. Lying

taught over one end
of true chamomile
brown squirrel still
grayer nothing

can be called what
it is, not ever the
unseen uh
chomping at the bit

to be mice. the present
no. now
they tell us to concur
but not how. Hoarse

day of images,
flooding out the wash
of a single "moon." You
said it. This sound is done.

1 Comments:

  • At May 21, 2007 at 8:06 AM, Blogger mark enslin said…

    My reading bounced off the walls of each stanza before exiting for the next.

    '"Moon"' was not only acoustic but zooligical.

    Enjambmentfest.

    Draft could be the title of this one.

     

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