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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