Friday, May 12, 2017

Conifer Quiet

Flat swale memory s
upon the uneven lines
each shoulder then
valley burying many pasts
underneath turned up
woken up rivers swelling
calendar days and weeks
into conifers into oaks--

By day many crows ravens
by night the rats of heaven
just when looking was enough
here comes the poison
what will you do with it?
Will you send it away--

This message isn't enough
to keep things running that smoothly.
This message will beg to differ.

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