Saturday, August 16, 2003

in a shape note benefit,
the day takes more. fields
seem instrumental, polished
alluvials to send for
sound. sound itself
pleases the landscape,
a daylight of heat.
so much more goes
dragging across the
to say a perfect
tributary. now
tenderness feels fleeces,
such as clouds, as the
memorable aliens
settle in time. that's where
our drifting indifference
chooses its end. in those
pockets of reference
pressure builds its
startling champ.

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