Posted: Wednesday, November 24, 2010 | |

You can walk by such a place, where the stretched tissue of a field is humid,
thrumming with beloved matter
flora, fauna, fleshy nature, apple tree leaf carrion
Remember, then?
How the sap wept golden?

citrus setting
The soothsayers have withdrawn for
Winter is what autumn knew would happen.
You feel no ghost here, only a soporific chorus, chanting:
let us have peace.
the shattered head answers back:
and I believed I was loved, (I believed I loved)
A wild patience has taken me this far --
the length of daylight,
This Far North, wild wild beyond-ism


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