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Wide-Eyed & Greywater: 33. Solid as a beast, a loop of grapestalk wraps upon itself, tendril upon tendril upon light, leaves so thick as to make a fence. Full tilt kale & lettuce & spinach, A crow tip top the old catalpa tree, and one talking back that talk! Five tons of bee buzz in the space above the raspberry jelly! My wife's laundry takes care of the locust tree & two miscanthus along the road. If I think about society for too long I begin to itch all over. I'm a prisoner of envy. I wish I'd invented the manila folder! We should write what we notice & to whatever notices us back. I put down the clippers. As light fades to disappear, skin turns the color of eggplant. Last night, a long shout of stars flooded the Mother Ditch. |
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Issue #8, April, 1999 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.