STILL not finished review
but productive day and feeling
GÜT
like a fine mama
Anon
there is a lake that’s nervous
of anything too composed
there is always the horse
Three Poems
On this day of rest we require an emblem
proving the harps and small bells determined
to be released from the phonograph are
Wrecking Ball
With what stern determination I love
That wall!—: its red height so certain I must
Two Poems
This descent less decisive but at least a being called away, as the break of pool balls rolling to. Look up, a precise if not intentional direction: Blue Angels are famous in bereft landscapes.
Healing Birds
a brave sleep palliative flat slightly sick day shining
up the medical sky thick with leaves worry
beads to usher in the forces that work to see
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