sAyingsometHing

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27 Jun 2007

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (90)

flurry of propinquity
and yet these troubling flowers
pale to clots of earth
left there nobody moves

would a reach be slipshod sacred
even violent disturb the scene
one thinks not
shining although waters mean

some bristling thing
some lasting furnace even doubt
makes way for the Pacific
dampness to be sought

against improbability
lest there be window light
gone wrong and warming
changing other blooms

1 Comments:

  • At 10:19 pm , Blogger neon said...

    flurry of propinquity

    yea Sheila I can play with these words for days, thanks

    Ed

     

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