Sunday, June 13, 2010


Beyond the hill in a recess between lawns
See some of what has been abandoned.

The dull stalks surrounding it can no longer
Preserve such listless secrecies.

The wind is beginning to move
Through conversations.

Beyond this marble--pristine
Or in ruin,

Invents love from dust.

See how beyond this it pokes free with olives
And the surest temperature.

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