Sunday, February 24, 2013

Pastoral

PASTORAL

An entire unit so far free
to make entrance on a coyote
a broken

cactus tethered to falling
snows of last air, newspaper
ink on the hill

hangs above three grimy clouds
& the best of my love so
more to find

uprooted a sandpaper
-like resonance & jangle
these pockets

combed over tilted to the left
askew Army cap she & I
watch from a dune

a line of sandpipers & the lake
a cathedral: evaporation
is how you make salt.

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