August 3, 2010
Like the Hindu We are Born over and over Like a crumpled wet calf Dropped on the ground Landing in a glistening lump Stirring in blurred amazement Born to bear what can be born Of childhood’s endless scraped knees Torn elbows, rolled in dirt Like floured chicken wings Mind and body Splattered With puddled mud […]
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August 2, 2010
In fixed stares at the torn dark dirt In snares caught and combed We fought the frozen ponds Hiding the slow moving cold blooded fathers. We wanted to know what the green Waving arms under the ice glaze had to say We wanted to know why maples tattooed By pocket knives feared the brown lake’s […]
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