Saturday, February 9, 2013

BACK YARD

Semi-vast interior
for my final

pine tree, thicket
packed with ticks:

water on sound quickening
small child waiting on a train:

life standing up a wall
tissue thin: fuse & filament

sparking something
more than minor.

*

More than days, these.

Central casting brought
us next to lips,

sanctioned
a song.

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